Bittersweet October


Divine

Leaves bejewel while squirrels climb
the bearing branches. It’s a sign,
though daybreak birds still rise and shine.
October sighs invite this rhyme,
breathe slow adieu to summer’s clime—
within warm glowing noon sunshine
a growing chill begins to chime:
time it’s time it’s time it’s time.
Leaves tumble, crush like grapes to wine.
The pumpkin blazes on the vine.

Felicia Sanzari Chernesky

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