October

A dedication to the greatest season of all...

I run rings,

Trying to find some things that rhyme with pumpkins, 

The one thing that’s comforting,

That fun brings, 

Is pumping sweet syrup in hot drinks,

I don’t think,

There’s a neater time than Autumn,

The thought and, emotion,

That comes from cold skies and dead leaves,

Cool breeze helps me breathe,

The branches of trees, sway with the themes,

Of orange, red and brown,

The clouds are darker now, 

Starker now the nights are sooner,

Rumour has it that October is a feeling, 

A vibration as our soul breathes,

From the 1st to All Hallow’s Eve,

Marshmallows,

Leaves, scarves and sleeves,

Believe, what the wind whispers,

And what the earth expects,

Some people feel the rain, 

While others just get wet,

This season makes me sane and real,

Healed;

The only pane I feel,

Is just above the window sill,

Cold to touch, sit still and watch,

The droplets hit and run…

Such a treat, to give kids sweets but 

Some just trick like vandals,

Come pick the best candles,

And lanterns, 

So phantoms can glow in the moonlight,

Tombs right on front lawns,

Fake blood and plastic fangs cover yawns,

Before dawn,

The nightfall, is ready for chasing,

Michael, Freddie and Jason,

From door to door, not far too,

Nosferatu looms in the shadows,

Late night walks, 

Kicking leaves and toffee apple stalks,

Crisp air and twilight,

Cheap scares and cries might,

Add to the beauty of, the wonder of,

October…