The October Forest

I entered the October forest and

listened to the shush of the

Fall leaves of Octobers past

against my shoes.

Layer upon layer of autumns

underneath my feet, a cushion

for the woods that stay still only

in October.

The path winds and twists, uphill

and downhill, and falls into the

golds, reds, yellows, and oranges,

colors of October.

The fog from the cozy, rainy days

make the Fall leaves damp and

the sweet smell permeates

the October air.

If only, the path would stay.