Where is my October?

Where is my October?

I walk no crisp, deserted lanes with him;
no cheerful pup pulls us askew.

I get no colorful vistas;
no foliage set afire to see from here.

The blustery wind chaps not my cheek;
I reach not for my warm & cozy sweater.

Cold, hard stadium seating does not affect my temper;
My muffled cheers come from home.

Chilly, driving rain falls to the ground unhindered because

I do not stand outside, waiting for my friends.

Icy fingers need not grasp the spicy, double-roasted brew;

I do not breathe hot puffs into frozen palms

My pumpkin stares anonymously from the front porch,

Since I will not be carving his kooky countenance now.

If a golden leaf falls in the yard and I’m not there to see it,
is it still October?

28 October 2010