by Ashley Beth
October is a challenged sun
Embalmed in misty fog
But it’s colors overcome
Oh how the death cycle
Feels so much like the rinse cycle
Our time harvested
Our efforts picked
Folks reborn to better health
Folks beginning to get sick
The flu loves the cold
And the rakes love the leaves
It’s harder to run
Because it’s harder to breathe
You may find someone
Behind that path
Down that door
But at least you won’t go running
To shadows anymore
It’s cool in the air
Go outdoors
And stare
Down that amber
You’re staring me down
I’m drinking me dead
I think I’ll just put on
My Hall-o-ween mask instead
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