October can bring a few surprises. |
Things in October are seldom what they seem. Like today, for an example, with all this heat of July on October first, humid, oppressive tropic-like sauna, as October’s supposed to be cool fall leaves with a hint of frost, a windy driven transition from summer scorch to the chill eradicating gnats and midges, tamping mosquitoes into submission lest less blood be drawn…yet October does deceive like some toothy con man on the corner, with a shell game where you have to find the pea, like a striped-suited rapid talking seller of used Buick’s, like some month unable to make up its mind…a competitor, perhaps of April’s own capricious whims wherein rain turns to snow, and freak snows blanket the north, and now October says, I’ll show you! Yet light grows short and darkness comes at seven thirty—a fine theme for mutual astonished conversation, with October listening from the treetops, where green grudgingly gives way to the riot of autumn hues, which is to be expected, which is to be savored. Yet one thing remains true: Things in October are seldom what they seem. 31 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 10-2-19 |