As October approaches I am putting up a new poem, October Walk.
This is a beautiful time in New England, filled with pastels that warm the crisp air to a perfect temperature. But like everything else in life, there is no free lunch. October will be followed by the darker days of late fall and winter. And while these months have their own stark beauty, the colors of the world will quickly fade from our sight.
The seasons play with us here: filled with promises that may be kept or broken. It is hard to read the leaves of autumn.
Glenn K. Currie
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