October, October with pumpkins and spice,
With leaves multicolored like a quilt without price.
With billowed white clouds ‘gainst a sky deepened blue,
I long for crisp breezes brought only by you.
A nip here and there against rosy cheeks,
A walk along meadows, hedgerows, and creeks.
A plaid blanket and basket with goodies inside
For a picnic with you along countryside.
October, October my year seems complete,
As I quietly sit with a book at your feet.
My soul is serene, my heart ardently gay,
As I ponder your beauty in every grand day.
Copyright©2016 Marianne Coyne
Happy October, friends! And until next time, may happy days abound!