Oh, October!
You put on a show
tapdancing over the hills
dressed in bright garments:
orange, lemon, and cranberry.
Oh, October!
You are a sassy month
stopping carloads of folks
who flock to view the fall foliage
and you somersault on the wind.
Oh, October!
You are a naughty child.
On Halloween you deck
out in spooky costumes,
trick-or-treat
through out the night!
--Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem appeared in the September/October/November 2020 issue
of "West End Poets' Newsletter"
