These clouds, this wind,
My habits and mood swings,
Cigarettes and coffee,
Guarded hearts, tender connections,
Horror movies, memories,
Kissing in your parent’s basement.
October, yes another,
Let’s do nothing in October
But stay warm and witness death.
Nature wants to sleep.
I’m cold, but you’re warm.
Nevermind the ghosts,
They make the air more profound.
A pleasant sensation,
No better way to fall
In this moment.
Cold is coming
To swallow us up again.
This quiet anticipation
Makes a comfort, divinely strange.
Chill October, the delight of my year.
Black coffee and jazz in the bitter autumn breeze.
The quietness and stillness of the dying season.
The rush of freezing winds and coldest rain.
The scent of spice, hazelnut, and cider.
The newest bad scary movies and costumes.
The mega-packs of sweet processed sugar.
The haunted houses and classic horror films.
A cup of coffee, a blanket, and Mary Shelley’s novel,
Curled up listening to melancholy jazz.
My favorite month, my favorite season.
Delight of my year, for all the little things.
The calm and ominous clouds of October skies
Dark and gray, l’ombre filtre sur la terre
The bittersweet droplets of Autumnal rain
Cascading down pleasantly through the air
Silence weighing heavier over the season
le murmure de le vent, singing through the trees
Through my jacket sleeve, and caressing my hair
Gently pacifying my emotions in the breeze
Imagining all these things as my element
Forces of nature representative in me
Quiet gentle Autumn, Somber skies of gray October
Carrying and cradling me to deepest sleep.