October
October marks the change of seasons,
Quickly moving from the warm glow of summer
To the gray overcast of autumn rains.
October moves us from the vibrant growth
and renewal of summer, from birth and life,
To the death and decay of winter.
October is awakening to the splatters
of raindrops on the roof, the loud staccato
of a downpour, accented by thunder.
October refills the trickling streams
To a gushing torrent of raging waters,
Rushing downstream to the engulfing river and ocean.
October offers the sparkling jewels of
Fresh spiderwebs, strung from shrub to fence,
Glistening in the sunlight, bedecked with dew.
October is fields of pumpkins, great orange orbs,
Speckling fields and gardens, awaiting their fate,
As the day approaches to be carved and lit with candles.
October is fresh apple cider, made with the cider press
In my uncle's field, of picking apples from the tree,
tossing them into the hopper, to emerge as sweet golden nectar.
October begins a string of cinnamon-scented parties
as we await the cold and darkness of wintertime,
as we feast on the bounty of summer's final harvest.