Me and My Feet in October

My feet and I made friends with a tarantula.

 Found Beggar Lice seeds

Did a little fishing

 Got down and dirty in the mud

and washed my feet in cool spring water.

My days with my flip flops are growing shorter..

October...

October weeps for summer
Rents her colorful veil
Does Summer die
When Autumn comes
It’s hard to tell

Wrap her quilt around you
Of oranges yellows and red
October embraces you
From your toes
To your head

If Spring is a child
Summer is youth
October is
Grandmother’s love
Wrapping you in truth.

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