Enter October (and Robert prompted it on the PA Forum under #152):
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When I see October come
I smell family
Early dusk
Weekend baking
The chill and red outside the window
And coffee steaming warmth inside
When I see October come
My childhood hears my Mom
Making endless fuss
Over overspills of milk, or flour blasts
Around the oven
When I see October come
I get festive, high on Muses,
Over-caffed and over-sugared.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva