CCX and CCXIX: The Seven Days of October: v and vi

But still no leaves are fallen as of yet.

I always think I’ll’ve stepped on many now,

October breathes the Fall, but doe’n’t forget

the sigh of Summer that leaves still endow.

So that’s the game, then, all the while we wait:

when will we see the first of these to fall?

And who shall win? Whose is the fated gait

that crushes that first leaf that starts them all?

I’ll take that game. There are a few to play

as we descend from last month’s equinox.

We love the harvest, don’t we? Every day

we laugh with what won’t be when Winter knocks.

For playing helps us all forget what’s come:

the slow departure of the warming Sun.

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Now soup! That’s quite a thing, don’t you agree?

But somehow I don’t want it all the time.

UNLESS I smell it simmering, and see

the way the broth has boiled to its prime.

If that occurs, I daresay I could not

embrace another dish for any price.

I want no less than six bowls, piping hot,

and with a glass of lemonade and ice.

How perfect for a month like this, and more,

when colder months to follow set the tone.

We’ll shutter windows, barricade each door,

and sip on soup to warm a weary bone.

We need not go without fresh food today,

but some traditions always have their say.