October Is

October is autumn and magic in the air.

October is the smell of chimney smoke on the air.

October is crisp apples and sweaters warm.

October is made up of colors red, orange, and gold.

October is the death of summer,

Winds blowing and fires burning are its death knell.

October is shrieking children begging for treats,

and threatening with tricks.

October thins the veil,

giving the corporeal and non-corporeal

permission to touch upon each other and commune.

October is the end of the harvest,

The herald for the dark,

the end of the old and beginning of the new.

–October 2015


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