
There's a door that opens once a year
When the Summer finally lets go
It's a wooden door beneath the trees
And a new month waits below
Just step through the shine of the morning mist
Leaving the warmth of summer behind
Feel air that's cooler on your face
And a world that feels strangely kind
This is where the colors have begun to turn
Burnt with ambers and reds without feeling the flame
And where every leaf that's fallen is a kid's paradise
A secret place that is never the same
Venture deep into the heart of sweet October
Where costumed little monsters stroll the candy lane
The sweet smell of wood smoke rising toward the sky
All calmed down by the evening rain
Whistling winds begin to tell a story
That whispers eerily through the trees
And each branch reaches overhead
Shaking off their painted leaves
Dare to walk where afternoons soon give way to night
And the days grow shorter with each passing round of play
When the sun so early dips beneath the horizon
But it never seems to stay
Go further into this witching month
Passing the fields soon picked clean
Your whole world becomes a picture
To remember all that you have seen
Walk through that door if you dare
And see what in summer you never knew
Endings can be a wonderful thing
And they can be beautiful beginnings too
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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