# 4 by Steven Curran

Here is another eagerly awaited Steven Curran poem.
Thank you Steven for sharing with us!


(graphic by: america.rawks)

If It Were October


If it were October the whole year round
Would you really miss the snow that invasively abounds?
Ten below zero and the noisy scraping plows
White blankets of death smother the ground; no life devoid of sounds...

And if it were October all year round
Could you do without the rain and the flowers that will bloom?
The allergies and bumblebees
Such stinging and sniffling gloom...

Still if it were October all year round
Are you gonna miss the sun so hot; waves crashing on the shore?
Your skin so red you'd wished you were dead
More aloe you frantically implore...

Well the snow is very mesmerizing
To the eyes a wondrous treat
But I do prefer the frosted ground
To crunch beneath my feet...

And the rain can be dispiriting
For one who cannot see
Through the gothicly dark and macabre mind's eye
Of one as nefarious as me...

As the sun it shines so brightly
Many love to feel its glow
But with skin so fair and a taste for rare
Rather it blood than rays that flow...

Stentorian thunder exploding
Veins of lightning no longer secrete
Harvest moon is full and showing
Screaming autumnal apogee...

Imprinted doom of evil
Lurking shadows across the land
Upon the souls of the persnickety
Demons dancing hand in hand...

And when the night grows silent
Brushing darkness upon your face
The veil debarring those departed
Once again will be erased...

For caramel apples are toothsome
And the drives way out east
The patches of pumpkins such an inviting orange
For my eyes a visual feast...

Bonfires at night as we sit in the woods
Awaiting the next big fright
Ghost stories are told with the utmost of terror
For my ears a melodic delight...

Mother earth for she has shifted
Wave the wand darkness falls early hour
You'd best nod with respect take not nature in neglect
Dare not tempt light or dark witch's power...

As the cauldron is lit and brewing
The candle's flame we stare to see
Spells once told as fiction or old
Thaumaturgy as real as can be...

The lines are drawn the prints are torn
Volition decreed 'till the end
For there's no conundrum as to where I belong
If it were October again...



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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Except of course for Santa Claus and "The Great Pumpkin."