Ode to Oct

October is my favorite month, I think.
It’s past September’s ambiguity.
It’s clearly Fall and sunsets skew to pink,
while nights are growing in temerity
like adolescent forays on the brink
of edging into self-discovery.
October isn’t serious or mean,
and terminates by hosting Halloween.

(Ottava Rima)

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