October you are but a reminder

Of pale winter waiting

While you bring swirling

Leaves down all around

Creating your kaleidoscope

I am not fooled

Or awed by your colors

I know you’re only here

And gone in no time

In your wake the dead

And dying things

Face cold cruel winter

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Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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