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i am october

seductive with my colors

painting earth in brilliant

blazing reds and oranges


whispering in hushed tones, “come, follow me”

chills in my breath, “wrap up, get warm”

crisp and cutting

in my fresh air

strutting and confident

i am here.

and i bring two moons

one, announcing me

one, as my mic drop

making my presence known.


i bring death.

burning down, down, down

the old


seeding it, down, down, down

into the earth, into the soil and

decaying piles of old growth

to carry in my womb

a new life, born of me and in me


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