Don’t let October Pass

Don’t let October pass

Without crunching leaves beneath your feet,

Sipping spiced cider with flames before your face,

Or gripping a hayrack while goblins grab at you under a harvest moon.

There are harder days ahead:

Gray November mornings,

December busy frenzies,

Before the icy fingers of winter claw away any remaining joy.

So sing while you can,

Eat pumpkin spice everything,

Dress up like a zombie,

And cheer when your team makes a touchdown.

Take October’s gifts with open hands.