The Bridge To October
I walk upon the bridge to October,
were trees are draped with autumnal hues,
an abundance of reds, oranges and yellows,
glistening from the sun-kissed morning dew,
leaves gently fall from mother trees freeing
each other for what is to come to another
season of monochromatic wonder which
covers the transitional glory with a snowflake
white blanket creating a hush within the air,
if only the bridge to October would provide
a perpetual season where the colors beauteous
to our eyes appear all-year-round.
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