October 2

An eerie calm
on purple morning
the robins song
an early warning
of Murphy's law
dew in the morning
grass like coleslaw
thunder is rolling
like a Garth Brooks song
before too long
the white snow will drop
like chalk on the sidewalk
spirits are high
though temperatures not
have some chocolate hot
for that sniffle and cough
the green tree's
are now free of leaves
frost like a sheet
of vanilla ice cream
pull out the blanket
fire stirring like demons
change is the name
of the game of the season