
October’s child is bright and fair
Autumn leaves woven through
her long golden hair
Midst apple orchards
pumpkins and squash
Sharing a bountifu harvest through
October’s month
When suddenly there is a chill
in the air, the clouds overhead
look scary and dark, as I run
through empty fields
bare of berries and nuts
I am saddened for asters and mums
as their fallen petals weep for lack
of sun
their seeds soon sealed in coffins
of seeping sod
When she sees my tears
waving good-bye, she gives the
promise of November’s child soon
to come, preparing the earth for
its long winter’s sleepFor “While the earth remains
seedtime and harvest
Cold and heat
winter and summer
and day and night
shall not cease”
Quote from The Book of BeginningsChapter 8:22