Her fields of green and forest land invite all
To come and spend some time admiring the
Beautiful colors of yellow, shades of brown
And reds, along with the country churches,
Whose white steeple bells ring out a welcome
To one and all. October is a month of change
Of colors and the weather. Will it bring change
this year? October, half gone, is holding on.
November is crowding, will October let go its hold?
Too late, November comes in with a blast, snowfall
Up to one’s knees. It’s not only that, if you please, the
Icy cold air grabs you, stabs you, pins you to a wall
Of frozen snow, left by a snow plow, just to tease.
Why O’ why did October leave so abruptly and go away,
Just when we were enjoying a touch of spring? I’ll put
My computer to bed, follow it, let old man winter play.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
October 17, 2011