Each year october comes and goes
i grow older and older
the fiery wind that blew past me
every year getting bolder and bolder
The Autumn that begins the rain
that lets the leaves fall to the ground
gives the trees pain
and leaves the sky to hum a sound
i hear it perched high in the mist
a sound never heard before
it sweeps me off with bliss
as i understand more
i see october as my child
i see october as my father
but eras go and echoes pass
and october grows less sober.