October is my favorite month
after September, until
it is November, which then
becomes my favorite month
before December. Then,
January changes everything and
I begin to dread July—
Which is when I start to yearn
for October again and
I look at the calendar and
I’m fixin’ to bitch about
the miserable Texas heat,
When my wife asks me where
I would like to go and
I answer, anywhere with
air conditioning, or where
it is October and she says,
it’s October now and
91 degrees outside.
I decide to go look
at the thermostat and to
think about Thanksgiving,
a good economy, and global
warming. She refuses to
live where it is cold.
Look both ways, but time is unidirectional
and never stops, until it does.
Gaps in time are cosmic to the mind.
Our Literary Journey 
That was awesome! It’s a chilly 30 degrees here in the highlands of the PNW 🙂
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Thanks, Sue. Windy with a chilled 40 here in the middle of nowhere, west Texas.
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Halllelujah!!! I am the cold weather model. Fortunately, so is my wife. We moved up into the PA hills from the shores of Long island…..(Though the endless hills are gorgeous….I miss the Sea terribly some days…..)
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I grew up in the PA Appalachians.
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I like this poem very much.
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