Poem for October

I wrote this in 2008, but it seemed fitting to post it now, in the last hour of October...

October

I can’t seem to find my morning

the sun can’t seem to find my window

outside the air is crisp like celery

and I hide from the end of daylight savings

beneath my flannel sheets.

Post season baseball

and the idea of your touch

are the only thoughts allowed to linger

before coffee