October

October

Oh, October 

Here you come again, 

to shape me as you wish.

The taste of your gentle winds and leaves running wild, so familiar. 

I wait each year like an anxious child at the door, 

Staring out of the window for the moment of your return. 

Within each passing thought is the shimmer of moments already lived. 

As the sun wanders, I believe that you’re here to stay

But, for how long?

I shall never know.

I will savor your presence for each second that you’re here

But, when whispers of your leaving drift in the night

There, between the curtains, I’ll hum a song, soft and sweet

Tenderly waiting for you to say you’ll stay near. 

If you leave the door open, I shall follow you, 

to where the light fades and stillness calls me home

There we will find retreat in this time of in between—

that I desire to stretch and remain. 

Yet, the year continues on,

taking my words along with it.