In you, this month of chilly mornings
I hope to find the calm that was not my September,
The soft warmth of my favorite sweaters,
The come-home smell of our spiced pumpkin candle,
And the quiet glow of geese in flight at sunset.
In you, this time of intense beauty,
As leaves turn gold and trees become silhouetted stems,
I hope to rejoice in your watercolor skies,
The loamy smells of summer's decay,
The acrid scent of burning leaves,
The crunchy sweetness of apple crisp,
And the steamy tint of ginger peach tea.
In you, October, I am pensive
As I wait for a quieter season.
There are books to be read, words to be written,
And music to be played.
In you, October, I feel a sense of sadness
As my side of the world tilts palpably towards winter,
Even though I know that I will find beauty
In its chill.
But before then, October,
May you pass slowly and linger long
Alowing me to savor your offerings