Grateful for October

                                                                               

                                                            Moody skies, crisp temperatures, strong winds


                                                             Deep blues, golds, browns and reds


Undecided melancholy


Month of contrasts, re-found joy


Thick socks, toques, slow-cooked stews


Walking quickly, warming up.


Spotting  blossoms on tenacious plants


 refusing to succumb to killer frosts.


Tease of hauntings, whispering ghosts.


Creaking trees and burning wood.


  October.  



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