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]