Marion Lucile Housh

OCTOBER GARDEN

The garden seems forsaken, now

Transformed by chill October's vow

Of season's passing. Dark clouds fly

Where tangled vestiges belie

Late blooms, the Gardener's head is bowed.

The harvest made life's purpose know

In wondrous charity unshown

 To earthbound hearts. October's rest

Rejoins companion prior blessed

With welcome in the Gardener's home.

So sleep October garden, where

Youth blossomed into fullness barely

Yesterday. But from dreaming rise

Up in flowered fields to thrive 

Forever in the Gardener's care.