October
I miss the taste of the chilling air
When October makes its mark.
On the calendar of life in my mind
Nature’s sweet time lies.
The smell of dew drenched morning
After frost tipped grass has melted.
Whimpering sounds of canyon breezes
Sent running round the mountains.
To see black clouds of coal burning stoves
As they spice up old cold houses.
And the scent of Sunday supper
Made of pumpkin pie and squashes.
This is the time when all relax
On front porches big and small
And take the time to breathe inside
The miracle of the season, fall.
-Jennifer Brown Perkins-
October makes me happy!
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