Poetry by George A. Hancock
October Rain The temp is about 35 degrees And this daily runner agrees October’s rain falls so cold And after minutes feels old. The dark doesn’t help my run Without daylight or bright sun I don’t see all the water pools This cold water creates drools. October’s rains do stay away Never drenching us every day We do enjoy October’s scene With colors among the green. Thankfully, we have great gear Permitting daily runs minus fear Yes, we do run and get wet But a safe run is a good bet. Sometimes that fall rain turns Creating some stomach churns The rain is now cold wet snow Soon, the next seasonal show. October’s View October dawns with a chill Yet, there’s a roadside thrill Because of October’s view Now adorned in bright hue. The runner out on his route Observes knowing minus doubt That October is the run time With scenes costing not a dime. The roadside sports colors grand As Mother Nature takes her stand Creating weeks of natural delights Brilliant, shimmering like any lights. October’s view features crisp air We dress warm, running with care As autumn’s winds sweep the road Producing another seasonal episode. Darkness is another October view As our daylight bids a fall adieu Streetlights cast their frail light As we begin our early road flight. Falling Leaves Quickly, October’s foliage falls Piling up deeply near any walls Or hedges or any stable thing That supports October’s bling. Falling leaves are a steady act It happens, can’t put ’em back They hit me out on the run Or while walking in the sun. Running on any windy day Finds falling leaves at play They swirl along the street Caressing my shoe-clad feet. Falling leaves become a chore Steadily piling up near my door It’s time to rake all these leaves I doubt we have autumn thieves. Falling leaves makes some sad And those raking, raking get mad Yet, autumn’s season continues on Nearing the next season’s dawn.
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