Octobers opus
of thirty one sunsets
with its crimson canvas hung perfectly in crisp air
mirroring summers last warmth
vivid reds, yellows and orange leaves fall
dancing to the ground
invite magic, macabre and myth
in its finale filled with children’s laughter
and with its last turns of the weather vane
ebony heavens as dark as ravens
calls out to our mortal realm
to gaze upon its opalescent moon
and its celestial ovation of meteors and stars