The Laughter of October


The Laughter of October

Mirth at sunset,
when herons scream
like children
in the shallows,
and up
on the branches,
aurulent shafts of light
play with the shadows
of auburn leaves —

Come to me and stay
awhile,
for the laughter of October
is upon my face,
a golden glow,
a raging fire that hides
in the Indian summers
of my heart.

by D. G. Vachal. © 2012

*** photography by DigitalArt2@Flickr Commons

Originally posted 2012-10-06 00:56:30.

26 thoughts on “The Laughter of October”

  1. “Play with the shadows of Auburn leaves”…a beautiful line within a beautiful poem. October is my favorite month by far, and you have truly captured its essence.

  2. As is almost always the case, Dee, my immediate thought is ‘I know that place’. I think (I know) it is a place that leans into the soul. You honor it well, my friend. ~ My love always, Bobbie

    1. Hi Ramona, all the entries, old and new, on my blog are automatically copyrighted because I copyrighted my entire blog. There are a few services on the web that can do this for you. All my best, Dee

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