OCTOBER

©  Gloria Smith 2010

And now the day draws to a close

It begs me Dear take your repose

Darkness fast encroaches

While the witching hour approaches

Wolves howl and spirits prowl

October's chill and Halloween's thrill

Leaves crunch, squirrels munch

On hickory nuts and such

The moon shudders and pulls her

Cloud cover tighter 'neath her chin

Jack-o-lanterns grin with delight

In the pitch black of a fall night

I lean upon my window sill 

And try to spy some strange sight

When I see that all is still I pray

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

NOON OF MIDNIGHT

© Gloria Smith 2010

Oh midnight... orgies of thought rest in thee

Leaving me wrestling with store bought time

I stand in the glistening noon of night listening

To the muted hum of life barely hiding in the day

But in the hush of midnight wisdom comes 

Whispering... wooing me to her hallowed halls

As night time falls with wild and wondrous delight

Mysterious magical voices call my spirit out of me

The broken moon smiles at Heaven; frowns at Hell

Not all souls cherish the bed; only the dead or dying

Let me run in the night... hot breath playing on cold air

Nostrils flaring with dark hair streaming in wild winds

I search for love as for a black cat in a deep well

That isn't there, and I must truly tell you all for naught

I fought for it but it could not be stolen or bought

I borrowed it; wrapped it around me as a thin blanket

Almost enough to keep me warm but the chill remained

Just a glimpse of immortality do I spy before I see

Dawn breaking in and I awake daydreaming once again