What October?

I forgot it was October,

the day opened bright

and warmed past most

September highs, 

and I thought we were

back in July, the summer

just beginning its final

act, the long sun-days

that stretch into tomorrow,

but November will

arrive, settle the sunny-

blue into a cool-gray

and I’ll remember how

fall teases us every year —

sometimes it seems

autumn’s cozy-sweater-

pumpkin-patch-and-hot-

cocoa kind of mornings 

only happen in books 

or somewhere else, 

far, far away from here.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2021

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