October Poem

[V. Dorn]

I feel you've really captured the atmosphere of the seasonal death, or rather, dying. The coming of cooler weather is hinted immediately, which has imbued the rest of the poem with that thematic tone.

I really liked the onomatopoeic effects of certain words, 'crackle-leaves' comes to mind instantly, and the imagery used effectively conjures the ambience that you feel, hear, and see in the brisk dusk, or crisp dawn of autumn. The last stanza pleasantly surprised me, as after creating this insidious coming cold in the preceding, it juxtaposes and emphasises the warmth, despite it's simplicity

'We light fires
and gather ourselves
inwards.'

I know and can feel that fire, that simple warmth.


Very evocative of Autumn, great poem.