An October Night

The wind whispers

A wary warning

There was plenty, still

Early this morning

These primal urges

Are hard to fight

An unholy diet

A dark appetite

The pavement scrapes

With scuttling leaves

I'll pull the drapes

And hope to deceive

The moon suffocates

In ominous clouds

Shut off the lights

Heartbeats too loud

Then the neighbor's gate creaks

But its not the wind

That seeks to feast

On fearing humans

Red brake lights

A car crawls by slow

The shadowy shapes

Of my dark doorstep know

That the empty window

Of my house lies.

The horrible truth

Lies deep inside

Everything tonight

Could have just been dandy

But now the demons have wrath

Cause I ate all the candy!

Happy Halloween!

poem by Charles Audette

Under Old Great Trees

I remember this place, from my childhood, this long road under old great trees. My sister and I would run there, in and out of the trees, picking up acorns, and berries, and leaves of scarlet and gold. My mother and her sister would gather pecans on the nearby farm. Thanksgiving would be here soon, and pecans were needed for pies, cakes, and other southern staples of the season.

I dreamed of this place last night, and Judy, and Mama, and Aunt Elsie. I don't know what took me back there. But for a time, I was there again, under the old great trees.

"I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees." C.S. Lewis

October

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."- Eric Sloane