October

 

Dear October,

 

                        you’ve disrobed

                                                breadth of earth

                                                littered

                                                            in your sunset

detritus

                                                cast

                                    to the whims

                                                of decay

                                    bare—

 

you whisper

                                                corners

                                                to the wind

                                    stolen eddies

                                                            plucking strings

                                                of home

 

                        and I

breathe you in  

and linger