October Peeks Around the Last Days of September

October peeks around the last days of September, shyly,

her breath, crisp and chilled, exhaled, cooling down the days

gone shorter, daylight squeezed between the darkness encroaching;

and autumn dons his overcoat of colors muted,

the greens of summer, brilliant against an azure sky,

now turning red and rust and brown, or golden hues,

the rustle of his coat, pulled tight around

against the cold, soft, as dry leaves scratching

the pavement, tumbling in October’s breath, crisp and cool.