Requiem for September

(or/ November Is Upon Us)

Withering leaves
Dying grasses
Autumn is here
Time Passes

Gray skies
Chilly days
Brisk nights
Life’s fabric frays

Weary bodies
Wracked with age
Time to turn
Another page

Readying for winter
Dreaming of spring
Eternally hopeful
What it will bring

We are seasons
We live each one
Spring through winter
Then it is done



Cookbook open
Turn the page
Chop the parsley
And the sage

Oven warming
The table set
Aromas wafting
Appetites whet

Guests gathering
Idle chatter
Fire crackling
Youngsters scatter

Time together
Filled with love
Thankful blessings
From above


Born in Wilmington Delaware in the early 1950s, Ann Christine Tabaka has been writing poems and rhymes since her Junior High years. She lives with her husband and two cats and was a Fine Arts Major in college.

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3 Responses

  1. Satyananda Sarangi

    Greetings ma’am.

    These are lovely poems with a wonderful flow.

    Best wishes and Regards.


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