September
A golden hush
Crimson and bronze days
And the earth willing
I am not
To relinquish autumn
To smoke-silvered November
The crying song of geese
Curling clouds in the skies
And in the margins of my dreams
Autumn lingers long
October
Hold autumn close
When the sun strikes broadside
Reach into its heart of gold
One last moment
Plunder her golden orb
On the path of summer’ glory
A whispered lullaby
To rock cradle of sleep
October – on the outskirts of summer dreams
Drink deep the poem of autumn
November, 2014
November with its penitential air
It’s faded shutters of sun
Melancholy lady
carrying a candle
flickering through the fog
Bionote
Susandale’s poems and fiction are on WestWard Quarterly, Ken *Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan. She has two published chapbooks on the internet: Spaces Among Spaces by languageandculture.org and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressure.