October
A gentle caress of an autumn breeze
as I walk along roads laced in leaves.
The colors surround me, vivid and bright--
I pause to savor this golden sight.
Shades of green, brown, red, and gold--
October puts on a show, proud and bold.
A rustle nearby in the layered ground--
squirrels with winter’s feast to be found.
The scent of cool, crisp morning air--
soon the woodlands will stand bare.
A quiet reminder that winter draws near--
the whitest season of the year.
Alesia Leach © 10/2015
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