Where there's october

love where there's October
enthralled by all that i discern
through my vivid warm filter
only there is no lens
vivid warm befalls me 
and i dare not shy away 
from October's sparkle
or its ripened glow

Tastes like autumn

somewhere in the intersection of leaves fallen 
yet not turned in color
and the lakeside grass that smells of muddy green,
campfires burn of ruddy brown,
and the mid-morning sun sounds boldly yellow
amidst the wonder of blue.
this autumn taste is what i crave
where the breeze meets my face
just close enough
i feel its breath
and i reclaim mine.