October Fills Up My Senses
Written by Joan Rowden Hart on a cool October morning, 2017
Listen! Can you hear it? There’s autumn in the air.
And though the door’s still open, you can sense a chill out there.
Although the winds are still warm, You can hear a special sound
As the leaves begin to rustle, and fall softly to the ground.
Eyes open! Can you see it? New season coming on
The summer palette fades away, Hazy days are almost gone
The trees become transparent as their glory disappears
Missouri embraces October- it happens every year.
Breathe deeply! Can you smell it? That smoke that’s in the air?
Arising from the piles of leaves now that the trees are bare.
That musty smell of dying soil now covered by summer’s waste
Our memory of the harvest foods, the fragrance and the taste.
Enjoy these days! Another month and they will all be gone
The sun sets much too early now, cold nights are hast’ning on
Missouri has its fresh green spring and verdant summer patches
But October’s senses fill me up when the door to autumn latches.
© Joan Rowden Hart 2017
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