October’s Song

October’s voices sing to the rhythm of my soul- Calling me to come, Urging me to experience anew The bounty of her being. She is poetry Moved in repetition yearly, Enticing me to journey into the outside To play while the sun shines still and The wind blows warmly. “Come! Taste the richness of my colors. See the fragrant late blooms. Hear the reds and yellows, and oranges sing vibrantly throughout the hills Smell the textures of the nearby farmland Feel the living things reach out and gather all into October’s arms. Wrap yourself in her earthly blanket woven in Heaven’s loom. Come!” October’s voices recite repeatedly her lyrical song. "Come! Leave your books, your tools, your duties for the time is short. The trees shout joyously in the delight of day! Come! Come into the outside While the sun still shines and The wind blows warmly."