October Night

[rejectomorph]

Autumn's chill at last in the night air, in half-moon shadows where the foxes bark across fields I listen to a car running down to the valley along the dark road. Why does a passing car in the night seem so much more forlorn when the night is cold? The waning drone of the engine enlarges the emptiness. sings distance, leaves a void of silence greater than it disturbed.


October

by Yvor Winters


The houses
Are more bare
And nothing
Dims the hills.

October
Comes and goes
And in the moonlight
I wait for winter.

The silence
Is like moonlight
In one thing:
That it hides nothing.


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