October

A month slips cotton
Off my room, once more
Welcomes woollen.

Inside my heart it grow songs
of warm relation.
Those cold winds blow my hair
like a lover's titillation.

The waving butterflies giving path
to a new season.
Slowly opening my heart to
late sun and hot coffee.

For me
It's like those young age romance
Changing so fast.
So warm at one point
and chilling at the other.
Wow so perplexingly beautiful october!
©bluntgirl_mj