dear october,
i hope you’re well
the stars and i have waited
and we’re glad to have you here
behind fog drapes and falling leaves,
while the lake’s reflection is so clear
i’ll be out all night
and we can dance
with the wind that wants to howl,
the auburn fox, the evergreen furs,
and even the cooing owl
love your friend,
the moon
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