Apricot leaves fall to the ground as
Disfigured clouds cover the sun.
The air feels more grey than blue
Though trees remain fluorescent.
Squirrels scurry saving seeds.
Stealing from my mother’s sunflowers.
It was warmer in October when
An orange blanket covered the sky.
The moon was a pumpkin
Revealing it’s loneliness at midnight.
Schools of sweaters swarm the streets with
Rubber boots pounding puddles.
Umbrellas stretch across sidewalks
And frigid winds embrace my body.
My nose turned red.
This hazelnut latte warms my fingertips
As steam escapes to hug my face.
Viva La Milliee 