A de ja vu
Crisp morning air
In August
Yellow leaves on the ground

Fast forward
Into September
Mist creates diamond droplets
Spiderwebs bejeweled our garden

The end of October is nigh
Halloween anticipation runs high
Dark times are coming
Stories be told
Of heroines and evil millenia old

The witches are flying
Their besoms knarly
Guardians of wisdom
Custodians of healing

The strong ones
The silent
The loud
The unseen
The ones dressed in black
The ones dressed in green

Come sisters join me
In journeys unknown
Across the darkened sky
A song on hollowed bone

Not a single verse of this poem actually works with the rhythm of the others. A bit like the leaves tumbling down all different shades and shapes and stages of decay. So this is probably more a random tumbling of thoughts. I also wrote this over three months August, September, October.