October Moon, a poem by SHELLY SITZER

October Moon

COOL, white, October moon
Casting light ‘cross an orange pumpkin field
In the moments when daylight metamorphoses into dusk
Surveying me with its eerie face
Peering starkly between two bare oak branches
Reminding me that, though she be an autumn moon,
Winter is a chill’s breath away.

Fickle summer breezes flown by
Replaced by unfriendly winds
Whispering their promises
Of return, again and again
To brush past our ears, with their searing, whistling song.

Photograph by Elise Matich

Shelly Sitzer
Shelly Sitzer graduated from Brooklyn College in 1963. She worked as a vision therapist, before moving to Charlottesville, VA. She enjoys many forms of artistic expression, including writing poetry and short stories, creating oil and acrylic nature scenes on canvas, and making music on the piano. She has performed in many classic musicals as an actress and singer, both on the Long Island and Charlottesville community theater stages. She believes that each day should be enjoyed with the help of creative expression.