Ode to October

O October it seems even though thee pass capricing like sometimes wert here and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro or what somehow oakening through- on breezes and tides and sunlight stir and darkness. And if thou be something still around I wished to be the local sight of the moon here or amidst, and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba, and if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market, for we love again and again this cheerness in October!.