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.