October Moon, a poem by SHELLY SITZER
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