October

When I think about October, I look to the past. The days are shorter, with a cool breeze in the air. The trees are turning into beautiful colors, bright red~yellow~orange is everywhere. Yards need to be raked, many bags need to be filled. Playing in the leaves, it is so much fun. Into the house for a rest, hot apple cider is on the stove. It is the best, now to warm our weary bones. When I think about October, I look to the past. Summer is now gone, winter will be coming real fast. A time to make changes, warmer clothes for one. The summer door wreath needs to go, we need fall leaves and a scarecrow. In a few more weeks a change will be needed, fake snow and bells will look splendid. I love October, it is a great fall month. The problem is, I wish it would last a little longer. Date Written: 9/27/2021 October Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh