The rain crashes on the windowpane.
The wind howls around the corner.
Brilliant colors paint all the trees.
Coats are seen on every human form.
Children's laughter is heard in every candy department of each and every store.
Do you think it might just be October?
The nights are getting quite cold.
The mailmen are beginning to hunch over.
There are puddles and wet sidewalks everywhere.
Mothers hurry their children from cars to stores.
Bags of candy and bright costumes can be seen on shelves and racks.
Kids are using words like ghosts, goblins and Spiderman.
Do you think it might be October?
I do.
Sharon Pribble


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Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Fortuitously, I am not in a box. I am looking out my bedroom window. There is a lining of snow around the steeple and roof of this old monastery, there's a bluebird picking up a piece of bread I just tossed out for him, the Oak on the corner is awashed in colors and the eight towering evergreens which I can almost touched have a dappling of white on their uppermost branches. It is October. It is a pretty October. And your poem accompanies it well. Blessings.
All my pretty trees have lost most of those red, orange and gold leaves.
Glad you made it safely to destinations and home.
Your welcome of course. I don't know Port Orchard very well.