Autumn's Lullabies

Dark eyes press against the glass.

What do they see in the moonlight,

In the silver stars that touch the grass?

The shadows of September loom,

When the hours of night the day surpass,

A prelude to October’s country

Where spirits gather beyond their doom

And dance their macabre scene.

Mountains rise, black-green

Against the backdrop of the night,

A phosphorescent glow beneath the moonlight,

But all the frights

Of devil, demon, wraith, and wight

Diminish before the morning

As stars, like angels, cast their lights

And break the latent bonds between

The visions and the eyes.

Chaos dissolves in falling leaves

Of laughter and autumn’s lullabies,

And the little one who grieves

In early, long November sleeves

Knows, soon enough, true life again will rise.

 

 

This poem comes a bit late in the year, given the months it mentions. It was loosely inspired by October Country, Ray Bradbury's collection of horror/fantasy short stories, and Something Wicked This Way Comes, his horror/fantasy novel. Personally, I find Ray Bradbury's writing to be very poetic and evocative. Although his short stories don't always end hopefully, the novel does, and so this poem does as well.