October comes in all her glory
The gentle brush of autumn
Sweeping the window frame
The trees quietly shedding
Skeleton leaves
Spindle branches
Rough bark
Trunks
Perfect weather for sleeping
She says
With a yawn
The bed is well worn
The pillows shaped
To our heads
Strands of hair
The smell of shampoo
And dreams
We keep the windows open
The air smells fresh
Keeps us clean
And naive
We are scared the building will
Fall down
Just like the leaves
We huddle up together
Shut our eyes
To keep the fear at bay
When did summer end
I do not know little Cricket
But I am so glad we live in a world
Where there are Octobers.
