There's a bitter black tea
At my favorite cafe,
Wormwood black, like a poisonous
That I like to guzzle on a
Wet, windy day;
So perfectly perverse, so warm and
Tingley to my pallette.
When October turns cold and my
Temper turns brittle,
Solace seems as off as the
Sweetness of Spring.
Shedding the skin of a
The crow and the raven within me
Like showers of kisses, with hints of
Smoke and ripe cherries,
And passions pulling thick as wads
Of black licorice,
I'll fall, diving down with you
And die in the moment to make
Cool, quiet,and still mornings; alone.
A chord striking, resonating, and going silent.
Pale light still warm enough to touch faces.
A pit in your stomach, nowhere to go.
Fall, fall, September;
Autumn sadness, stillness,
Peace and horror.
Burning, burning, bonfires and leaves;
Passions singing, sang, and then falter.
You'll never know their love again.
The sky is beautiful, blissful, and so are you.
Dark chocolate, melted,
Mixed with coffee and cream.
Grey skies, cold wind,
And blankets of orange leaves.
Jazzy lo-fi with my morning tea,
Earth & spice in the air I breathe
Death of summer, sweet relief
Apple cider and marshmallow treats
Afternoon walks in long dark sleeves
Reaquaintences with the old silver screen
Gothic novels and scary dreams
A celebration for all macabre things.
October is the month I like to savor;
Its bitterness, sweetness, strength, and mystery.
It reminds me what makes me feel alive,
Being sensitive enough to take pleasure in little things.
It’s like kisses under a thick comforter
And shivers from a well placed touch,
A chill that sweeps over your entire body.
A gentle shock that opens you to your reality.
Dear October, I love you,
Sincerely, Sanya Elswyth Walma
These clouds, this wind,
My habits and mood swings,
Cigarettes and coffee,
Guarded hearts, tender connections,
Horror movies, memories,
Kissing in your parent’s basement.
October, yes another,
Let’s do nothing in October
But stay warm and witness death.
Nature wants to sleep.
I’m cold, but you’re warm.
Nevermind the ghosts,
They make the air more profound.
A pleasant sensation,
No better way to fall
In this moment.
Cold is coming
To swallow us up again.
This quiet anticipation
Makes a comfort, divinely strange.
Chill October, the delight of my year.
Black coffee and jazz in the bitter autumn breeze.
The quietness and stillness of the dying season.
The rush of freezing winds and coldest rain.
The scent of spice, hazelnut, and cider.
The newest bad scary movies and costumes.
The mega-packs of sweet processed sugar.
The haunted houses and classic horror films.
A cup of coffee, a blanket, and Mary Shelley’s novel,
Curled up listening to melancholy jazz.
My favorite month, my favorite season.
Delight of my year, for all the little things.
People pressing onward from spring into December
Passing, passing, passengers pass by going nowhere
Creatures carried cross the crescent winds of North America
Pollen passing, passing from Sahara to Siberia
Presently the peasants make pretensions of the rain
Princes play, pretending that the peasants plot the reign
Showers sow our shelter so severely shall we guard
Places passing, passing into memory and word
Pleasant possibilities presented passionately in March
Placated past debate into November placed in starch
She somberly succumbs to something sad to be believed
She’s passing, passing, passing by like pretty Autumn leaves
The calm and ominous clouds of October skies
Dark and gray, l’ombre filtre sur la terre
The bittersweet droplets of Autumnal rain
Cascading down pleasantly through the air
Silence weighing heavier over the season
le murmure de le vent, singing through the trees
Through my jacket sleeve, and caressing my hair
Gently pacifying my emotions in the breeze
Imagining all these things as my element
Forces of nature representative in me
Quiet gentle Autumn, Somber skies of gray October
Carrying and cradling me to deepest sleep.