October’s chill is welcome
A splash of cold water on the face
And one is awakened to the sweet
Ferment of the earth
The morning sun is distant
And the fog, cool and white
Lingers till midday.
The forests open to travel
The snake and spider now underground
And one walks without sweating
And returns home flush and refreshed.
But before evening
The sun reigns again for an hour
And in the dry warmth
We relax and remember May
And dread the coming of December.