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Helen Moore: October Came!


The air grew warm and sweet
Laden with perfume
from dying grass about our feet.
October came.
The fields were stripped of grain
High overhead we heard
the wild geese cry
"Southward Again!"
October came.
The earth turned slowly brown.
The leaves like trembling
drops of molten gold
dripped slowly down.
October came.
Sunsets were fair as dreams
of rose and pearl, and
mauve - all gilded
over by the last beams.
October came.
A gift too rare to last.
And swiftly as some vision
in the night
October passed.

Helen Moore

Dedicated to my mother, Ruth Phillips, who died October 16, 1984