Suspended in the air
the prism dances round
rainbow lights are dazzling
softly falling to the ground.

October's magic breath
quietly russles the air
a musical symphony,
windchimes sing with flair.

Visions of carved pumpkins
the days so crisp and clear
nature scurries to feast
with Winter drawing near.

Peace reigns down upon us
Summer sleeps in death
its dream-like state escapes...
October's magic breath.

©Marie Calhoun
10/13/04