October-set

 When she saw tomorrow's forecast Victoria squealed and did a happy dance; November plus snow can mean only one thing...the beginning of Christmas music in the Martin-house;)

October frets from eaves cold, gray

It sets in leaves of golden fray

To slumber where we used to lie

Beneath blue blankets of the sky

Before earth’s tent was dull and torn

And lowered to a land forlorn

October slips into the hush

Of stricken wood and underbrush

Pungent its tattered chatter lies

Cradled in summer’s lullabies

As silence strums night’s frostiness

And numbs our noses with its kiss

October sets in gold and red

Lavishing trails where dreamers tread

A sodden, trodden aftermath

On nature’s endless garden path

Where we hear in Time’s undertow

The dance of feet waiting for snow

© Janet Martin