October you, come rain and night
and blow despair away on tender feet;
denounce me first but bring me peace
and let me sleep in lucid dreams.
October you, come wind and murmur
me your fiery twilight,
bring me frost to freeze my sorrows,
while still —
the last of leaves is left on barren bough.
For Saana on toads, also a 55 for the weekend.