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