Fruitvale Road Landscape
Photo by Gamaliel Masters
The wind of October whistled my house as it went gusting by. Calling me out, calling me out to view its bright blue sky. My house was snug. My house was warm, And smelled of apple pie. All of its larders were stocked full tight with the harvest of summer time. I thought my heart had a deep content till October's wind came by calling me out and calling me out to view a far flung sky. High above a V of geese winged south in a world which stretched full wide and my heart became a roving thing when the wind of October whistled and sang.