October Morn

Sleepless and forlorn

The longing winter loans its chill of morn

To October

Deep looms the grey that begins each day

Slow but sure to give way to the color of the season

Red to yellow and green to gold the tree line forebodes

Till only shadows left to fall as the old man comes to call

But not maligned…a respite in time… to secure, renew and render

So comes these days for which dreamers dream

For frost now here upon

And silent is the Killdeer song

Bringing on       October’s morn

The prelude to the winter