A Quiet Ode to October
Yellow-green leaves lie still
Upon the concrete ground.
Cars are parked,
People are sparse;
It is the afternoon.
Gray permeates
All that is here.
It comforts me to know
That it will stay with me
Wherever I go.
The late season will leave—
Winter is soon to come.
That is fine,
I do not mind,
Fall will keep me warm.
I wrote this last month but I could not make the last stanza work until now.
