Autumn Poetry -- Happy Halloween!

In the newest issue of Star*Line, the poetry magazine of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, contributing columnist Denise Dumars writes at the end of her piece: Write a formalist poem 
about autumn that does NOT mention falling leaves, bones, October/November holidays, Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino, or similar tropes. Oh, and it has to contain the color blue.

I do not use any of the list of words she has forbidden. And I succeeded in putting the color blue into it. But she did say no to "similar" autumn tropes. Well, I used the words: skeleton, moonlight, phantom...so be it. And I don't write formal verse except for haiku and very very rare moments of rhyme so this is not a "formalist poem." But anyway, not one to pass up an autumn poetry challenge, here is what I came up with.

Happy Halloween!

Silver

I write to you

so many pages of mist

of winter suns

of sea foam

in this poem

are jars of dusk

and smoke

icicles in moonlight

shimmering skeletons

trees spill coins

at this edge of the year

this poem

alights in your eyes

all the silver days

I write to you of an older season

breathing its iron river-scent

of rain and lichen and chrome-blue stars

drunk on toadstool wine

this poem conjures

sweet long nights

phantoms of alabaster and lamplight

floating by

competing with the fog

of all the wind-dreamt evenings

I write to you

where the fields snap with frost

and the air’s voice

whispers

the coldest secrets of the dead