October Days

The quiet rose unexpectedly,
 distinct in the early fall of 
 less colorful autumn days, 
   it allowed the warm heat of summer passed
   to fade into the deferring tasks.

Garden ends, leftovers of spring
 wonders and magical beauty lost to newer things,
 trees containing color shades
  a palette of mysterious parades
  in yellowed, peach and crimson reds
  counting the days ahead.

An October of nature's wonders cleared
 of bud and bloom left here,
 in storm clouds that loomed near,
  winds blowing restless and free
  rains that brought us to our knees
  beneath the shadows of the trees.

You can see it if you look
 the stillness of the slowing brook,
 it's pleasantries of which God speaks
  the bounty for the calm gentleness of the meek,
  holding onto the times that may yet be
  this living within the want of universality.

Go to the forests, across the open seas
 embrace the magic and mystery
 of the blessings and gifts remembered
  come in the Octobers and Novembers
  of life living in every burnt ember.

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