1979
October Cold
October 1979


“October Cold,” New Era, Oct. 1979, 51

October Cold

October cold drips

Into my marrow.

The moon plumply sits

Over fields of corn

Sprinkled in stardust.

The haystacks of summer are neatly

Baled and no longer entice children

To find hidden needles.

I walk with deliberate

Strides between the wooden fence

And pitch-pavement road

To the lowing of guernsey cows.

A kitchen light at the end of the turnoff

Grows brighter and kindles the anticipation

Of gingham curtains, carmeled apples,

And October warmth.