sky umbrella with layers blue,
purple,
pink, and orange too,
the death of summer drift and sink.
the sky above me, October, sad.
the sky before me, open and drawn.
clouds all hidden a canvas plain,
sad eyes encounter towards November fall,
sad eyes they hide in December rain,
October comes and so does pain.
but October sky is unbearably bright,
keeps bringing hope,
keeps waking me up.
