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October

This special time of year is here
where trees decide it's time
To change their leaves for hallows eve
their colors are sublime
The air begins to sting like pins
from cold upon the flesh
Comes winter's snow to cease nature's grow
but let this time refresh
A feeling of awe that simply is raw
even though summer is over
For a wonder has come that leaves us numb
A wonder they call October

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  • Judith Chandler
    October 28, 2008

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    There can be a feeling of awe about the season, as you said, and feeling of wonder. The change puts us in a different space, perhaps.

    Good luck with this write.

  • ea silver member
    October 28, 2008

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    I like the jaunty feeling your rhyme gives and details like the air stinging like pins as
    Winter's snow drapes natures glow.

    suggestion: remove the extra "the" in l. 3

    Thanks for this tribute to the Wonder of October!


    • KrazyKid
      October 28, 2008

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      Thanks!

      Thanks, didn't see that extra 'the' but I think I do need an apostrophe in it's...saying "where trees decide *it is* time", I'm not intending to say each tree decides its time.