I stop to smell October
Every year I stop in a moment to take a deep breath
Pull every drop of musk from the air & really smell October
That year, October smelled of September & November just the same
Somehow our seasons meshed together, the line of separation slipped away...
How could I have gleaned? It was the beginning of the End.
The world as it was known grew harder to comprehend
It was the first year that I couldn't smell October
No time taken until that moment to finally think it over.
Seasons forewarn. You can sense when change is coming
Though, silly to credit the loss of fragrance to why you should be running
Desperate to find a wish on the brightest four leaf clover
That maybe just maybe I'll catch a whiff of it
That old familiar wave of it
My long lost dear October
Not even the slightest trace. Don't you think it strange?
How can I ever think to look toward showing Spring my humble face?
Without ever again breathing in sweet delicate October...
Want to freeze the moment or make the season slower
Take every droplet to my very core faithful, unyielding October
It was my last October
I steady my focus & gaze straight ahead
Bloodshot eyes find a summer of dread
For up in the distance Endless Autumn begins
& with no tenth month to ground me it becomes a winter of Sins
How I long for sweet dusk to sweep across my lips
To feel the Autumn wind swirl around my hips
Longing to dance in the sour sunlight until the moon raises in its place
Lost in the breeze, touching the sky, & forgetting the need to chase
But it's cold as Hell since October fell & lost it's lovely smell.
Loss lends Wisdom & Sight new distance & Scars fade with the whether
With senses renewed, a heart subdued I am careful to choose my tether.
I am re-born unto a fair breeze & for me it's the only way
& I regain & I rebuild while Autumns go & fade
The memories of golden evenings stay vivid but they are over
& Time heals all teardrops. Even those recalling my sweetened lost October