October
The month of October is a most delightful time of the year.
Though skies at times may be gray and the weather drear,
It proffers so many splendid opportunities for our delight,
Like the glowing hunter's moon casting its brilliant light!
Trees have donned their colorful robes for our viewing pleasure.
Languid Indian summer days linger with warmth that we treasure.
Golden pumpkins ripen for jack-o-lanterns and delectable pies,
And skeins of geese rule the pristine skies with their haunting cries!
Busy farmers reap their harvests ere the snows begin to fly.
Magnificent roses now silently close their petals with a final sigh.
Oak and ash logs are hewn for a winter night's glowing flame,
Nigh which folks will fellowship watching the Sunday game!
Happy children relish a hayride down a moonlit country lane,
Sipping hot apple cider and joining in harmonious refrain!
Later to toast marshmallows and enjoy hearty wiener roasts,
As they regale others by a roaring fire with tales of spooky ghosts!
Halloween parties bobbing for apples and scary costumes are replete.
The neighborhood echoes with anxious pleas of "Trick or Treat!
Nothing quite compares to the wonderful sights and sounds of fall.
October is nature's last resplendent spree ere come the wintry pall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
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