Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON Poet's Biography
First Line: First days in autumn make me catch my breath
Last Line: Such beauty wantonly for death to spend.
Subject(s): Autumn; October; Seasons; Fall
FIRST days in autumn make me catch my breath
In sheer amaze that I shall see again
The fruitful beauty of the earth in death
Across the painted pageant of the plain:
A lilac dawn comes up and fades to gray,
A thin white scarf of wild birds trails the sky,
The sumacs fire a torch to light the day,
And pearly rustlings of the frost drift by;
Against the curve of distant hills, the blue
Of smoky mist falls into purple night;
The pale gold sickle of the moon lifts new
To hew a circled radiance of dim light.
How strange it is that autumn days will lend
Such beauty wantonly for death to spend.
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