It's chilly, but I'm warm enough.
My muscles ache, but I can still walk.
The clouds are grey, but the trees are in colour.
The squirrels are hoarding, but I have food to share.
My footsteps play counterpoint to my heart’s beating drum.
The traffic is noisy, but I can hear distant singing.
My nose is running, but I can still breathe;
it is mid-October, and I can smell the air.
The days grow shorter, but I am nearly home;
the nights are long, but my books and bed await me.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 13 October 2019
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