Poetry: October Day

Poetry Leaves Swept Away

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.

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