October Nights

I love these grand Octobers nights;

Crisp wind slewing over and around my jacket, Running against a current of fate, weather, time, All the world seems still and quiet just the moon, Above a swelling orb in the night sky coyly peeking, From behind the drifting clouds obscuring my vision, So that I have to walk slowly feeling out my route, When have I ever felt so elemental, so alive?

Just on these grand October nights.