Poetry: October Day
I still remember that October day
how the wind swept leaves away
The noon sun glorified raven hair
how it flowed how I had to stare
Painful memories refusing to die
for many years I wondered why
Why cruel winter rueful and gray
bleak and pitiless stole you away
Yet constant as the crescent moon
remembrances of love are strewn
Forever I think on an October day
how the wind swept leaves away.