This is the beginning of my favorite time of the year. From now until the end of November, Autumn will be falling while my mood escalates. It is always slightly melancholy but at the same life affirming as if in the ends there are new beginnings.

Last Chances

Fall, even the name says down.
Crushed into earth
leaves of autumn become no more
mulch sacrificing
What has been to future Spring

Foot falls, damp, the lamps
of twilight wash sidewalks
already wet with fog
Old songs filter through
air thick with might have been

Low moaning horns and whining
clarinets speak of places at the end
of a bar, old movies,
mysterious women in black.
A time when gravity finally wins.

When October Goes
Music by Barry Manilow Lyrics by Johnny Mercer

And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh how I hate to see October go
I should be over it now I know
It doesn’t matter much
How old I grow I hate to see October go