October

Autumn Leaves (Photo credit: oddsock)

Awk! October,

Slaps us sober,

Summer must lie down and die.

His fallen leaves her golden shroud

All things green are disallowed

With harsh cold breath he howls good-bye.

Then he begins his brilliant reign

Red and orange fire his domain

Bright harvest moon

The dark too soon

We gather up, we stay inside.

Watch him weaken growing older

Winter perched upon his shoulder

Gaunt and cold and hollow eyed.