October
Leaves of the Appalachian hills.
Turning red and orange.
Burnt burgundy into smoky dreams.
Rainy days for you and me.
Is this not America?
October is warm this day.
Son playing the guitar
on the front porch swing.
Ones on his way! home to stay.
Fall is for lovers who missed
one another all summer.
Come back together again.
Till the spring.
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