Sunday, October 28, 2007

It Must be October

The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds high in the sky,
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn season is giving birth.
Oh, it must be October
The leaves of red bright gold and brown,
To Mother Earth come tumbling down,
The breezy nights the ghostly sights,
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that it's October.
The pumpkins yellow,. big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
It's Halloween - let's celebrate.

- Pearl N. Sorrels


  1. wonderful poem awesome photo!
    as usual.

    Love ya

  2. yes! Celebrate. I love the photo too.
    For some Hare-Raising fun, here's an e-card for you:

    Hoppy Halloween,
    Susan (

  3. Did you take that awesome photo!!! Wow I love it, and the poem too.

  4. I once wrote a story about a young girl pursued by wild pack dogs on a night like this. . .Wish I could find it for the story tomorrow. Oh, well!

  5. ...or as I call it...


    Yes. I know. I'm a dork.

  6. I have already framed it...with proper credit given, of course. Thank you. One of your best!

    Very cool poem too. I think you really like October! Me too.

    Love you