Well if it isn’t you, October,
waiting for me by the door.
You flash your jack o’lantern grin
as I grab my coat,
candelight flickering between your teeth,
saying let’s go for a walk,
you and me.
The day is soft, the air is new,
nature is sinking to its knees
in a Shakespearean death scene,
let’s take a moment
or a month,
while the world withers and dies,
to get to know each other again.