The Heart of October

O  Brigllt Day full of
promise  in the heart all
coated and crisp, the
rime of October has
descended  to make us
aware  of winter's impending
assault. But not yet.
0  Sun that pours, O
hope the heart roars and
a  smiling face that
greets the day and will
make  it go my way  -
happy  to be embodied and
alive, my being
pulsing in the frost of 
my  eyes, coaled by
all the love I've known:
heat rises like incense for the
day is prayer that
nests the frost and is
content to rest within its
own  life of core and rime -
its limited season and rare.
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