October Poem by Rhonda Baker
October
Floating, fluttering to the ground
Yellow, orange, red, and brown
Spiraling, turning this way and that
Fields scattered with pumpkins, a startled black cat
Cider: cold, tart, and sweet
Newly racked yards with there leaves piled neat
The air scented with burning leaves
Spiders busy with their weaves
Days leave early, making longer nights
Southbound geese take to flight
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