A Year of October
If I could give myself
any gift
it would be a year
in which every month was
October
and I could celebrate
Halloween
and my birthday
at the end of each.
Mornings would be
foggy and comfortable,
afternoons
gray and invigorating
and the hills in the distance,
orange and red with trees,
would glow with
a more subtle luster
than the sun.
Every night
would have a moon
full and clear,
round and fat,
bright and speckled
with silhouettes
of bats. -- Jeff Barnes
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