Friday, October 29, 2010

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

Friday, October 22, 2010

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

Friday, October 15, 2010


"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