Indian Summer

October 1st, and the first of Chloe Rose Violet's October writing prompts (see the link at the bottom). Will I do every one? Almost certainly not. That's no reason not to do this one though. - A poem about the month of October, as I sit here in the balmy UK, an hour after sunset and all my windows still open.

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This year, you slipped in on a heatwave,

Masked by impatiens in full bloom,

And wasps still seeking ice lollies

In flavours of fruit which should have finished in July.

Yet some diurnal quickening tripped

An instinctive sense in me,

And squirrel-like I buried sunbeams and flowers

And made hay, while the sun cut corners in the sky.

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