vingt-huit

October passes too quickly,
like a friend who visits and
must leave again.
Can we slow its pace?
Enjoy one more sunny day
that doesn’t make us perspire?
Eat squashes and maple syrup,
carve pumpkins and visit festivals?
Where has it
gone?

stuffed acorn squash

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vingt-trois

Cool weather pairs well with gumbo,
especially with friends and not flying solo;
spicy sausage and chicken,
with a smell you could just bathe in;
perfect day with my team and no work woes.

here’s some dessert

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vingt

Spices
Wafting through
Each room of the house,
Aromatic and cozy;
Toasty hearth with
Embers still
Red with warmth.

Withered leaves crunch with
Every step under my boots;
Acorns [still] make a
Thud on my car every hour;
Hay bales raise gourds onto the pedestal
Every millennial has put them on,
Right under lattes.

this mug is from Rosalynne Love, one of the most beautiful people of all time–go visit her; also I made a homemade chai latte

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cinq

October skies are clear,
blue and peach paint the
sunset nightly.

Guitars, güiro, trumpets, trombones, vocalists
enlivened the stage tonight with
energy,
lifting sweaty people of
all colors and backgrounds from their
seats.
Always a party–
anyone always welcomed with
opened arms and swaying hips.

“America is not a country.
It is a continent divided into 3 parts:
North America,
Central America,
and South
America.
It is my belief that anyone
should be free to move here
with good intentions.”

I clapped.

We danced in place;
now my feet ache.
We watched the
sun go down.
One man, though, danced with
such intensity and longevity that
I don’t think he will
walk properly tomorrow
morning.
He managed to
fan himself,
smoke,
and drink…
all while dancing vivaciously.
He was the highlight.

Tamales punctuated our
evening, with a scorching
chili paste chaser–
an appropriately warm ending to
quite a sultry day.

Latin Music Festival – my feet hurt

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quatre

Train horns, street lights,
and raindrops on elephant ears–
these are home to me.

Jingly toys, soft fur,
and warm cuddles at night–
memories of autumns past.

Hot cocoa, pumpkin pie,
and movies on the sofa–
something we could never live without.

Autumn brings back memories,
nostalgia,
but also acceptance of change
in the new season to come–
as the old way dies away,
the new home,
the new memories,
are born.

my little snuggle-bun, Ashes, watching Netflix

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