Mid-October has already arrived and not a day too soon! I feel the release of tensions of every description when I look at the burnished leaves, feel the crunch of hickory nuts underfoot on my walk and breathe in the crisp, cleansing air.
October--August only crowns your place
of months significant in time and space;
for then it was my newborn cries rang shrill.
And yet, you argue, "Nay, October's still
the month to laud above your humble start."
I bow to you for he who won my heart
and reigns o'er it as king of all I do
was blessed to find beginnings then in you!
Happy birthday poem (impromptu and un-edited though it be) dedicated to my dear husband. More to come...
