october's poems, the single digits.

day one

calm evening

birds fly by

planes too

dog like fox

sitting on the

cement steps

wondering the

next thing to

bark at

leaves fall like

raindrops

on a spring day

only it's fall

the green leaves

now orange

matching socks

ticking clocks

birds sing from afar

clouds reflected

in the lightbulbs

hanging from the tree

half orange half green
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day two

light fades
sun is done
with the day

breeze gets colder
fall has made
it's dramatic entrance

leaves now
deadly beautiful
bravely hang
from the trees

the earth is
changing once more
getting chills
walking in the
evening wind

my happiness is
undeniably full
joy radiates
from the
goosebumps
on my face

nothing like
this feeling
nothing like
fall
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day four

her lower back aches

feet covered in fuzzy

colorful socks

temperature dropped

before she had

time to process

one season leaving

while the next one
moves in

turning off the lamp
she wanders down
the dark hall
hoping her head
won't hit the wall

times are a changing
runs on repeat
in her tired mind

no light
only cold air
and bob dylan
to help her see
through the dark night
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day five

the ticking clock
on my wrist
beats like drums
to my ears
loud and repetitive
drowning out the
silence in the room