You are the sweetest month to me.
You, who conjure wind-whipped leaves,
Soaring through covered bridges.
October, you hold in your hands dear memories -
Caramel apples, harvest festivals, pumpkins aplenty.
You promise to be the last lovely month.
You frolic before death settles in.
October, be my love.
6 comments:
Absolutely beautiful imagery. It makes me miss an American fall.
Aw, thanks Tamayn. You're in France right? I'd trade anytime. ;)
Ugh, if you want to right now. We've been in the 80's for the last week. Not much of a fall yet.
Where in France? I'm down for a weekend trade. Fall break is coming in two weeks. ;)
Bretagne, Rennes specifically. You could make it just in time for la Toussaint!
Quelle dommage. If I had any money, I'd be there in an instant.
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