I like October

I like October.

I like when morning’s dew tries to hold on to the night,

And the rising sun feels just a bit more orange than yesterday.

I like when valleys are haunted by fog, searching for a place to rest,

And rolling hills become God’s canvas to paint.

And then birds head south, and I am filled with wanderlust,

While at the same time, I just want to sit and think.

Somehow, these leaves inspire me,

As they mimic every shade of fire on trees.

I like October.

When smoke rises from chimneys for the first time since Winter,

And I wish time would stop, to watch it dissipate.

The world falls into slumber or even death just to wake again and reincarnate.

And as sunsets are like falling leaves, this gratitude brings me to my knees.

Yes, indeed, I like October.