Chill October, the delight of my year.
Black coffee and jazz in the bitter autumn breeze.
The quietness and stillness of the dying season.
The rush of freezing winds and coldest rain.
The scent of spice, hazelnut, and cider.
The newest bad scary movies and costumes.
The mega-packs of sweet processed sugar.
The haunted houses and classic horror films.
A cup of coffee, a blanket, and Mary Shelley’s novel,
Curled up listening to melancholy jazz.
My favorite month, my favorite season.
Delight of my year, for all the little things.