I
read
today
that
leaves
are
Turning
gold
up
in
the
mountains;
And
it
reminded
me
of
crisp
October
days
In
Nelson
County
when
I
would
hike,
Alone,
among
the
Hills.
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But
this
October,
I
would
like
To
walk
those
Hills
with
you;
Take
you
to
my
favorite
spot
That
overlooks
the
river;
watch
as
Autumn
leaves
Fall
into
Winter.
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We
wouldn’t
talk
--
just
sit
alone,
together;
Watch
the
gentle
changing
of
the
guard.
It
happens
almost
imperceptibly,
As
Summer
haze
gives
way
to
Autumn
days.
And
I
have
often
missed
it,
Plunging
headlong
into
Winter’s
gale.
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But
this
October,
I
will
notice
every
leaf
that
falls;
Every
subtle
change
to
red
from
green,
Because
October
came,
this
year,
so
softly
–
In
just
the
way
you
slipped
into
my
life.
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You
may
both
leave
as
gently
as
you
came.
And
I’ll
not
try
to
hold
you,
for
good
Friends
And
October
must
always
be
kept
free;
and
Trying
to
detain
you
both
for
longer
than
you
wish
to
stay,
Would
be
as
foolish
as
assuming
I
could
hold
the
wind.
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But,
since
you’re
here
and
we’re
not
in
a
hurry,
We
ought
to
go
–
the
three
of
us,
together;
Walk
awhile
among
the
Friendship
feelings,
While
I
tell
you
both
how
glad
I
am
you’re
here.
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Sandy
Clarke
©
2006