Today I said to Hamish:

It is perfectly October

the leaves are flying , the air is getting colder

the rain is falling and the fog is creeping

up the road to our home.

Need I ask, I said to Hamish:

When October knocks upon our door

with it’s deathly pale hand

Shall we let it in?

I think we will

because it is perfectly October

and the ghosts of Autumn past

are  really

and

truly

here.

 

Putting My feet in the Dirt October Prompt #10: Profound Mutterings