In short, I love October. It is the only time of the year where the temperature is somewhere moderate that I actually enjoy being under. Not to mention that October is my birth month and that I turned 19 this year. I wrote this poem because I had nothing to write about. I decided to take it down a few on this one. Comments are open.
October’s Skies
October’s Clouds
October’s Season.
The sun
Is setting down.
Down
She will set
And set
She will.
Orange
And Red
Leaves.
Litter the Sidewalk.
The Blue Jays
Streak by.
The Squirrels
Bury their Acorns.
The Beavers
Are crawling
Into their Dens.
Everything
Is going away.
Everything
Is bracing
For December.
The world
Slows down.
The Sun
Is setting down
And set she will.
Of the October Skies
That say good-bye.
The leaves
Fall from the Oak
Gently
Onto the sidewalk.
October Skies
Are saying good-bye.
As a sweet Lula-bye
With the assuring promise
That they’ll be back
Next year.
The Red
And Orange Leaves
Fall from the Oak.
The October Skies
Drift away
In a Purple and Pink
Sunset.
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