It’s October

It’s October

Leaves are falling

It’s orange, red and yellow I see

The wind has turned bitter

But the smell is crisp

It’s when I think of you most

Your whole you that I feel

Your hands busy

Your mind busier

Your love sometimes too much for me

Without you

I would neither want

This kind of October

Nor this cold winter I am about to see

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