October Air

Memories

Of  falls
Present and past
Of shortened days and
Golden russet carpeting
Blanketing
Withered swathes of
Grass

The sweet smell of
Burning leaves
Tantalizing nostrils
Excited by brisk
October air

Cold winds rustling
Spirits bristling by
Fading into the
Night

As the veil between
The worlds
Thins
Disturbed dreamscapes
Of wistful knowing
Calling upon
Death

To awaken us all.

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