Looking for help with rhythm and conflict between lover's passion and natures slow pace... and anything else you see. I started this poem a year ago and just now got back to it. The rate of change in October makes it a favorite time for me. Thanks for your help. Dewell
OCTOBER LOVE SONG
love me
the harvest moon is late tonight
low in the sky
and the clouds are restless
it looks like rain
again
October passes us by
our shadow grows long
the pumpkin moon is late tonight
geese pull the season
to a close
hold me
love me
October has passed us by
love me
the coin moon is late tonight
wicks sputter
and the west wind chills
air smells like snow
frost
winter knocks at our door
quicken me
-Dewell H. Byrd
OCTOBER LOVE SONG
love me
the harvest moon is late tonight
low in the sky
and the clouds are restless
it looks like rain
again
October passes us by
our shadow grows long
the pumpkin moon is late tonight
geese pull the season
to a close
hold me
love me
October has passed us by
love me
the coin moon is late tonight
wicks sputter
and the west wind chills
air smells like snow
frost
winter knocks at our door
quicken me
-Dewell H. Byrd