Year's End

If we make it through October,

We may see a sight.

With all of autumn's light exhausted,

Soon will come year's night,

For in a bright and flooding blush––

Leaves will catch a gale,

And pull, and pull, and pull again,

Till Autumn’s ship must sail.

But before it clears the harbor,

Colder wind will blow.

In the turning of October,

Sweet vanilla snow.

Photo by Adam Chang