Octobers Here
By mid-October, I can always tell
it’s that sweet time when colors are so bright
that if they had aroma, they would smell
like candy corn or cinnamon and quite
like a persimmon I would like to bite
because the leaves on trees so yummy seem
against blue sky, and in the day’s last gleam.
The many hues are anything but bland.
I drive along in wonder at God’s scheme:
Octobers here appear like Candy Land.
Oct. 26, 2022
For 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1219' Poetry Contest
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