So brightly lit, my birthday cake.
Such icing-on-dessert uptake.
My Autumn years illumined flight,
October with effulgent light.
Candy corn, shaped like fangs, I eat.
Orange-yellow, Brach’s honey-sweet.
Smiles, blinking pumpkin, in the night.
October with effulgent light.
The crisp and thrash, of pretty leaves.
The grandkids’ beat; my heart receives.
Plenipotent sound of the night -
October with effulgent light.
The cold, fresh air and bonfire...
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