Sweep Past

Sweep past, Delights of Autumn,

as the Witch's Broom doth pass

over Air and Earth

and through Fire intense,

sweeping asunder

with a laugh Merry and Evil

all you ever held dear.

© ACG

29 October 2011

First Frost

October falls with sudden force,

a swiftly swirling blast of dancing leaves,

taking every memory of Summer away

the last roses desperately blooming,

thick folds of velvets come out,

the first frost burns

with clear and cool fever,

a bite of Winter coming;

unavoidable.

© ACG

01 October 2011