Oh October, you like to tease,
dress in bright apple cider days
painted orange, red, and yellow.
When I converse with you I ignore the signs
of the browning to come; the bleak bones
you will leave to tattoo blue sky.
Walking through your rattle whispers
I pretend winter can’t freeze your
swaying dance or drain the festival from your cheeks.
October, we are spirit sisters dressed
in sun flames collecting moments
ice can never steal or dull into lead penciled memories.
©Susie Clevenger 2016