October Poem

October
Is the month
Of depression.
It leaves me
Swollen with emotion,
Dark and crumbling,
Like a rain soaked
Rotten log.

There are moments though,
Crisp and bright,
When the leaves dance
And the trees whisper.
My spirit stirs,
Remembering
That as a child
I laughed
And chased the wind.

Breathing the musk
Of autumn,
Full of emotion and memory,
I embrace the change.

All poetry and photography (c) Herman