Just a poem I wrote:
October Outlawed
Call home and take me down amber roads
Past Memory Lane and Wit’s End
Street names of the past, paths past profane
Like the way I take God’s name
Disappearing like a crisp Autumn day
Fetching myself from far away
Reclaiming something lost, gone astray
Like the way I wander on top of still water; a swan who lost his mate
I’d like to ride the wave of leaves piled up, on the ground
Crash through russet tones
Gnash my teeth through fresh apple flesh
And wash it down with a cider soaked dream
But the days don’t seem right and pass by so quick
I look at the time, there’s nothing left of it
And the cold’s coming to take what’s left of the warmth
The leaves are leaving the trees as you are leaving me
Hello and goodnight! Seacrest, out!