October
published: 2009-10-19October, you with your manic moods and misty moments. You steal my breath and use it to blow kites against skies where frantic flocks of swallows wonder which way you are telling them to go. Left, you say but then shout right and smile at the confusion. You, October, mess with my hair, like you don't care about a single thing in this world except the trees and the seas that are yours to tease. October.
Nice!
thanks dear!