October Poem

[Leanne]

I love the last three lines -- they speak of a very personal kind of harvest, most appropriate for the title of the poem. October is my favourite month (probably because of my birthday!), but of course here in the Southern hemisphere it's Spring and the long sleeves are well away.

I very much enjoy the image of nights breathing "misty souls through the open door", which really plays well against the Samhain mythology.

Great poem, thank you.