gratitude: the state of being grateful: THANKFULNESS
The sky grew dark
tonight
right on time.
Nighttime is never
late.
The earth
never stops turning.
And the sun
always rises.
In a way
that makes
everything easier
because
there are so many things
in life
you can
never count on.
(C) Jan Darrow 2025 - photo: Pixabay
there is a ghost in the woods.
I think now about the drive out of town.
The gold leaves drifting into shadows.
The shifting trees.
You brought me here
into the long dry grass.
You promised
a memory -
when we were young
and you were .. everything.
From Winter Poems: Building Sound
(C) Jan Darrow - Photo Pixabay
My flash fiction piece titled Impact was published today by Freedom Fiction Journal! Click the link below to visit my story and this wonderful journal.
Thank you so, so much for supporting my books this year - especially Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season. Hopefully it helped get you into an autumn state of mind.
Every year October goes by so fast, yet luckily, I still find time to enjoy the changing colors and autumn light. I never tire of it. I hope you have time to enjoy it too!
Jan 🧡
Chinese lanterns - PixabayI just have to share this perfect for a dark October night movie! It’s titled, Another Man’s Poison and is a British crime drama from 1951. It stars Bette Davis, Gary Merrill, and Emlyn Williams. Davis plays a writer, Janet, who kills her husband. And yes, it involves poison. Of course I recommend!
Full Movie:
My book Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season was one of ten books recommended (poetry & drama category) by Mika Ellison, October 1, 2025 at Bookstr - Gorgeous, Seasonal Poetry for a Wonderful Fall Transition. Click the link below to read about all of her poetry recommendations for autumn. I am honored that she recommended my book. Just incredibly honored!
https://bookstr.com/list/gorgeous-seasonal-poetry-for-a-wonderful-fall-transition/
Oh she is a trouble
With her arrival unannounced
Always early never late, perhaps an August Date.
She cools the summer engines
And grinds them to a halt,
Steadfast held tight, then starts her work in sight.
Her dry boned finger first
Waves the woods to fire
Tawny yellows, Crimson reds, a siren song of what lies ahead.
And summer attempts to persuade her
Driving hard precipitation
But autumn has gone and striped her breath, a kiss of death.
In skies the Great Geese gather
In V synchronicities
While on their backs Hummers hitch, hidden from the Autumn Witch.
Hawkweed hurry
Show your face
For Fireweed and Queen Anne's Lace and Pearly Everlasting.
We must invade her might
We cry out - stop!
With Mullein sticks ablaze we will make again summer days!
But she is well seasoned
In control of her time
And with adieu the locals tell, she will cast her autumn spell.
(C) Paul James. 2009