Daughter of October

 Opal eyes so full of wonder,

Daughter you were born during the night

Of ember skies, the sun torn asunder


To create such aesthetic delights,

Aromas of spice and warmth permeate

Your senses amidst the tricks and frights.


And though I know you sometimes hesitate,

You’re partial to those leaves with an extra curl

That satisfying crunch as your weight.


Presses upon them, the wind all a whirl,

Making you feel a bit infantile but child;

Though you are woman, you can still be a girl.


Daughter of October, embrace your wild:

You deserve to love yourself as others do,

You are allowed to be engulfed and be guiled,


By no other person but you.

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