A Poem For October

This is a poem I wrote several years ago. It is based on my memories of fall in Michigan as a child.
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October


October is the time of year
When frost may start to coat the hills.
It’s bad news for the ice cream shops,
And good news for the cider mills.

If snow’s not fallen, leaves have changed,
Brown and orange in colored hue.
Waiting for the coming snow,
The trees will sleep, then bloom anew.

And in October, families sit
Around the fire’s brilliant light,
To laugh and talk the time away
In snug abandon though the night.

October is a month of change,
In nature, and within us all,
For as the heat of summer fades,
We greet the vibrance of the Fall.

~Brienne Adams~