October

I do not want to let
this month
slip
through my fingers
with its strong and fragile
beauty

with its many
faces
of light
and color
both night
and day

month
when the moon
sings
of yellow leaves
and the evening
shouts
that spring is not
so far away
when the stars
breathe
more deeply,
anticipating
winter’s refreshment

month
when the sun
and trees
create
a golden temple
as they reflect
each other
during the day

this month
of almost-over
but not-yet-here
month of time’s-still-left
of decision
gateway to death
or birth

what will the
next season
hold?