October is here, once again,
Barely transcending the threshold of autumn.
The maple turning yellow to orange to red,
soom to be bared by winter.
Winter, when blankets of bliss
Sover sppon-fit bodies, flickering sparks to flames...
Until love of spring gardens
Becomes the rapture of summer bloom
And looking from outside-in,
beyond recognizable beauty,
the ruby of jewels glows bright
pumping currents of rivers red,
deep into wells of every extremity.
Our chest full of laughter.
When apart, that brief sabbatical,
This season stays with you
Whether I am or not,
And your voice with me
Through wind's immutable breath.
by Robert J. Savino