Photo by GraceHues Photography on Unsplash
October thin of lost displays
This lonely month of tears
Lamenting all
That once was near
We contemplate our fears
The future has no proposition
Affords no right of way
Barriers of wicked months
Longest nights
To shortest day
A chilly trek of thirty-one
Aching stints of cold dismay
Switching time
Attracting icy rime
Where heat and light may not gainsay
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