Cool, quiet,and still mornings; alone.
A chord striking, resonating, and going silent.
Pale light still warm enough to touch faces.
A pit in your stomach, nowhere to go.
Fall, fall, September;
Autumn sadness, stillness,
Peace and horror.
Burning, burning, bonfires and leaves;
Passions singing, sang, and then falter.
You'll never know their love again.
The sky is beautiful, blissful, and so are you.
Dark chocolate, melted,
Mixed with coffee and cream.
Grey skies, cold wind,
And blankets of orange leaves.
Jazzy lo-fi with my morning tea,
Earth & spice in the air I breathe
Death of summer, sweet relief
Apple cider and marshmallow treats
Afternoon walks in long dark sleeves
Reaquaintences with the old silver screen
Gothic novels and scary dreams
A celebration for all macabre things.
October is the month I like to savor;
Its bitterness, sweetness, strength, and mystery.
It reminds me what makes me feel alive,
Being sensitive enough to take pleasure in little things.
It’s like kisses under a thick comforter
And shivers from a well placed touch,
A chill that sweeps over your entire body.
A gentle shock that opens you to your reality.
Dear October, I love you,
Sincerely, Sanya Elswyth Walma