Sweet October

A deep breath. . .the beautiful woody scent of wet leaves,
a smell that imbeds in my being.
A smile on my face, as branches sway and whisper ‘goodbye’,
their leaves tumble to the ground acknowledging their demise. . .
they waltz to the windy music, a last dance.
Pumpkins, gourds, corn stalks. . .stand watch over the
radiant autumn countryside. . .
while flickering jack-o-lanterns peer eerily in darkness.
Like a child, I walk through piled leaves. . .
the rustling sound brings a giddiness to my heart!
I dwell on the mesmerizing sights, sounds, and smells . .
Oh, sweet October, if only you could linger on.