October's Breath

Octobers paint me pictures.

Fall sweeps me with the leaves.

Inspiration drips through the finger tips,

With every piece of writing, breath and dreams.

 

A playlist is humming,

My eyes are wide and young.

Boots and Sweaters call my name,

Melting rose petals are hung.

 

Pumpkins take over the world,

Bright orange splattered everywhere.

Words are handed out gently,

The Wind pulls at my hair.

 

I am Young,

I am Young,

I am Young.

I am a new fall leaf;

The days have just begun