October is a sunset splash
Of many varied hues;
October is a golden rush
Of stereoscopic views.
October is an apple’s cheek;
A frosted pumpkin’s gold;
October is a dancing leaf,
Over-rouged and bold.
That purple aster by the creek,
The blue horizon’s haze,
A copper-hued chrysanthemum–
These are October days.
October is a hectic moon;
A multi-tinted cloud;
A gay flamboyant butterfly,
Its subtler colors cowed.
Victim of the painters who
Daub at it on the sly,
October is an orange blaze
Against a turquoise sky!
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 30, 1948
