There’s something about October.
Here it is again!
The start of its splendor.
Rises to our recollection of what once been.
The heart wrenched news.
Their suffering dues.
All come reminding, their last days here.
Like dying leaves surrounding, our hearts go onto longing, their lives in many ways.
Why is it Dear Lord these souls ached or perished at the time of these orange skies?
How much they are missed.
Til we see them next, please keep them ever by your side.