October Etheree
Breath,
floats soft.
A white mist,
from a lake's chill,
without warm restraint.
Rising slowing silent.
October is calling now,
dressed in burning red and orange.
Captivating before the leaves turn
and Winter comes with its cold naked bark.
9/22/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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