October Country
Gentle comes the army close at hand
Marching cold to October’s home
Footfalls over tomb stoned graves
Etched out in memory with names
Souls encapsulated for the ages drop
Flowers grow in red and yellow bright
On the green, grass covers Spring deities
Trees would love to dance with madness
But someone stole their feet
It is the sun that comes to save the day
It is the blue of sky and ocean’s eye
Once opened to the clarity of life
Can only die once you turn out the light
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