Jo Bien Poet Prose Poetry

October Skies

Leaves of blood red and amber gold
Before we rake and bag this mess
We jump and roll and toss them high
Under October, Midwest skies

The air is crisp and smells of fall
Colder months are on their way
The days are shorter than before
What will winter have in store

But for now we enjoy this day
Playing the way kids always do
Not thinking about the tomorrows
Or this time we will soon outgrow

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