October's Recourse
Flush with falling leaves of rust,
I stand balanced among the dampness of night;
Glittering skies alighting my path.
A chilled repetitive moan of wind
catches the serried strands of my hair,
while frost lightly tickles my frozen face.
The celestial crescent adorning October
surrounds me in a quilted patch of darkness as
the harshness of Winter confrontation draws near.
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