Born the Last Day of October

I was born the last day of October with bright blue and noonday skies. Among autumn sunbeams of amber my infantile yearnings seemed to rise. With bright blue and noonday skies leaves were like gold bullion that lay. My infantile yearnings seemed to rise as children wore costumes at play. Leaves were like gold bullion that lay among autumn sunbeams of amber as children wore costumes at play I was born the last day of October. fictional write 10/11/19 Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest N-A rerun 4 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Hamilton