The Magic of October Skies

The title is a mishmash of Van Morrison lyrics from the song Moondance. It also touches on the prompt about magic. Knowing OctPoWriMo was coming up I tried to get a couple poems ready ahead of time. On the first day of fall, it was a perfect Autumn day. A few mad scribblings at breaks pumped this out.

Waiting for the bus is so cold.

I shuffle my feet and feel old.

The leaves I stir go wild.

Soon I'm kicking piles like a child.

The wind gleefully joins the game,

Making mini-tornadoes in my name.

It barrels into a golden tree top.

Leaves explode in a slo-mo firework pop.

A cold wind knife twists and shoves.

For the first time I need gloves.

The air has smells I can almost taste.

What's next--pumpkin spice toothpaste?

The opaque sky spins its silver web.

The sun is a cocoon in its cottony bed.

Misty rain settles on what is still green.

Sparkles spring into a diamond sheen.

The breeze peels back the sky's comfy quilt.

Sun rays pour through and yawning light is spilt.

The noon sun is hot enough to burn my hair.

I wish I was on a beach somewhere.

My comfy coat is a sauna now.

I remove my gloves to wipe my brow.

I strip own to just my uniform shirt.

My shoes cook my feet that start to hurt.

The lemon setting sun makes the sky buttery.

Its a light bulb seen through chamomile tea.

I arrive home to the dying light.

Stuffy windows open to the cool night.

I trudge to my cold bed wondering on the way,

'How can all four seasons dance through just one day?'