October Waits

Deal September its last card,
before it fades at the stroke of midnight.
The remnants of a Harvest moon
hide behind the wispy fringe of a cloud.

October waits in the wings,
with its fiery colors of red and yellow.
It will lay claim to the land
with its kiss of frost.

I am ready to wear the
robes of another birthday,
another year lost in the folds
of time, the hem tattered.

In the distance, I hear the sounds
of a Spanish guitar playing soft,
The song of my soul in each chord.
Time tangos with my October heart.

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October is almost here! Time flies.