October is a funny month,

Almost unwilling to share -

Like the servant of old who answers the door

And gives you that "just a minute" stare....

 

As if to ask you where you're from

And why you've come to call -

Like a visitor from foreign climes

With clothes that say it all.

 

Then - with a look beyond your face,

The begrudging step aside...

October sees you bid come in

Not to be denied.

 

Gaining refuge from the change

That sees October's door

Closing on the departing days

Of warmth that went before.

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