October
October is a full box of thirty-six crayolas
Oranges, reds, gold…like sparkling colas,
Refreshing the soul like vibrant violas
Taking us higher in colorful gondolas,
All the true colors of summer gladiolas.
Rustle of the browns much like brawn
Damp with the dew of the early dawn,
Rich golden brews just freshly drawn
With smooth tawny of this spring's fawn,
Covering the dying green of my lawn.
Ushers in the holiday’s joyous season
Thanksgiving, Christmas for a good reason
(Merry, bright, joyous, and gleesome)
Ranges in color over the entire canon
Ochre, magenta, rust—all are in fashion
October, Oh, October! month chosen.
written October 4, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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