October’s here: the day is fair;
The sun has warmed the night-chilled air.
With every gust of zesty breeze,
Leaves are taking leave of trees
To form a rug of varied hue
Upon the lawns and avenue.
And yet despite this summer’s day,
A note of winter has its say,
For this same wind today would go
So very well with ice and snow!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 24, 1946
