Lifting the page, that is heavy with days gone by.
Autumn slips slowly, inevitably onward.
Winter approaches, steady, and undaunted.
Daylight recedes to hide in the long nights.
Buttoning my coat another notch higher,
I begin biding my time until spring.
High knuckle, low knuckle, high knuckles fly.
Fast as the wind in the blink of an eye.
Farewell to October, as this page I now turn.
While the 1st of November ushers in the new dawn.
Listen closely to the tune that time plays.
Tick tock, tick tock, ready or not~jay Olson
