Date Posted:15:18:36 10/11/15 Sun Author:JustGina Subject: Is the Lit Forum dead? I'll just leave this here anyway...
I wrote this last year for a good friend. I do a silly poem every year for his birthday, but I was kind of proud of this one. I know it isn't perfect, but it's a celebration!
Laughing and Cheeky,
October waltzes in,
Brushing past September's
Sad Summery end,
Tripping lightly past roses,
Setting their hips,
Along fields gold with harvest,
She twirls and dips,
Her kiss can be felt,
In the cool morning air,
Her slippers rustle gaily,
On leaves everywhere,
Among pumpkins and apples,
And twinkling clear nights,
Her riotous,
colorful costume delights.
Her dance slowing down,
Toward the end of her days,
Big sister November,
Is lacing her stays.
But Before October ends,
Her glad jubilee,
And Fall settles her skirts,
With a rustle of leaves,
The 30th day of her dance is here,
She peeks over her shoulder,
At my Squire, so dear,
A wink and a smile,
As November takes stage,
She shouts out from the wings,
HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
JustGina