October comes, a mourning song in the air,
a soft weeping in the willow tree...
a mission of night-carving spirits from the breeze."
{Segovia Amil}
October days...
marmalade orange, canary yellow leaves,
scattered...slowly drifting.
The year's last hurrah.
A celebration of the old,
then a falling away...
making room for the new.
Colors of such vibrant confetti
speckle the ground...
the crunching a satisfying sound.
October,
a month of merry jubilee