seeds within the orange month of sweetness:the cauldron full of candyspooks that knock for treatsplaying tricks on the memory time folds, past meets presentlike a ghost in the machinesuddenly showing its face night gathers, softensthe faithful beat a path through the cornfieldamazement-bound forthe labyrinth of childhoodthat never really ends Fall has always been my favoriteContinue reading “October”