october
By m glenn
October I take October into my lungs. I drink it's ethereal cocktail of change, with winter' s desperate eyes on me. Raking leaves of a tree, whose name I once knew. Nature undressing before me, I stride into a memory of better days when I was young, days were full, and no one I love was dead. I receive leaves of my life, from a tree whose nature escapes me, with quiet dignity, in October where nothing lasts. Written October 18th, 1996 © on Nov 17 2001 07:02 PM PST 0 • 10
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