In the memory of one of my inspirations Sylvia Plath who born on 27th October 1932 & died on 11th February 1963.
October is boon with this calmness
A soft scented one.
Leaves turn pale & windsensitive
Coloring the roads yellow.
The sussaration of death I can hear
As they fall on me.
October twenty-seventh is here
Around the corner.
She was thirty then & time was spring
Am twenty-nine now,
And, I dream death, an autumn one,
Not now but less than a decade
From now…this moment…