Aw - October

You're just like me, aren't you? Our favorite time of the year is upon us. There's something about October that stirs up all kinds of feelings. The beauty of the season can leave us breathless, wanting to stay in the moment. The one where pungent odors from the earth's floor rise up as we inhale the mustiness of dropped leaves. The maples are especially vibrant with their russet and orange hues running out to crisp edges. In a day or two they'll be all brown and crunchy, but I love to grab some of these beauties for the brick ledge on the fireplace in our kitchen. Sometimes I wax them.

I baked gingersnaps last week. Makes the house smell heavenly. Warm and inviting like autumn always seems at first. Before the heating bills come and the frenzy of the next holiday season. I kind of like that, too, but today I'll simply bask in October. Here's a poem you might like. I wrote it  years ago; one day when the words wouldn't leave me alone.

Moon Dance

October drapes

her burnished skirt

stirred by an errant breeze

Bends down to earth

and offers thus

her crimson leathered leaves

Too soon the crisping

winter air will bare

the ancient bones

Of starkened limbs

that once were dressed

in vibrant greening tones

And yet once more,

beneath the moon,

all held within her trance

The aching soul

is touched

for ‘tis October’s dying dance

Image: Simon Howden                                                      Free Digital Photos