October

October sweet, October true,
the only one the heavens knew;
the wind that flows into my soul
is crisp and clear and crystal cold.

The sun above October hides
as it succumbs to winter skies,
but still before December reigns
October has its lovely way.

October free, October blue,
I'd give a year to dream of you
and yellow grass to graze my skin
as I roll into your arms again.

As autumn days melt into nights,
I feel a cold October bite
begin to gnaw into my dreams
from somewhere past my window screen.



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Age when written: 13