my October
winter’s appetizer with the end bitten off
dull and dry
poplar boneyards rattling in the front yard
darkening days
I sat at the window
glass eyes
mourning brown grass
But you came in russet silk
A kiss on the sweet sour wind
You knocked on the back door
And lit the pumpkin lanterns
We roasted the seeds in auburn smoke
Drank cider crushed beneath dancing feet
And slept on a bed of saccharine decay
You gathered love into
my October
~lg
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