October

October

October rains are falling,

dark and cold,

soaking through to the bone.

October colors,

rust and red,

yellow, gold, brown,

and still some remnants of

green.

October when you eat more,

sleep more,

see the long low rays

of the cooler sun.

And the cold air tumbles down

from the North,

blustery changes

from brilliant sunshine

to stormy day,

played in grey tones,

fading to black

darkness.

October a month

for

contemplation,

over a bowl of soup or stew,

and a slice of

bread,

comforts sought after

a hard won harvest.

The gateway to winter,

October gives us

both the first

and

last tastes of fall,

every year

this time.

[the earth in orbit around the sun

has a position which is October,

correct? Every time October

rolls around, are we in the same place?

or has the solar system as a whole

moved? talked to dad about changes.

he said the world is always changing.

ain't it the truth.mary]