Ode to October

How colorful, she thought,

on a crisp autumn afternoon.

The air was different, foliage fallen,

now the branches had more room.

The sun softly painted each leaf a well deserving hue.

She took a drive, indulged her mind, everything was old,

everything was new.

Her eyes were fixed on the sun streams, passing through the trees;

they came in amber waves, and bright golden beams.

On a perfect October afternoon, what a time to take stroll!

Fall’s bounty waited for those, with a humble heart and magic in their soul.

Her hearth now kept its warmth from the brisk hours,

the leaves she knew were natures second flowers.

She went home seeking solace creating sorcery over a hot pot of stew,

as she stirred the pot she smiled, knowing autumn had been renewed.

Oh October!

You give me goosebumps.

You are feverish, fiery, fearless.

What vulnerability you show,

and vibrancies you share,

showing your colors for all to see.

So mature, so very wise.

You remain so humble, yet never shy.

Autumn illuminations,

October’s enthusiasm ;

your wind whispers secrets, full of forgiveness.

There is something ancient about your presence,

whilst walking through the crunching leaves,

hearing the voices of my ancestors.

As the veil thins,

my heart expands.