October Sky

The sky washes her face for October
clouds come & go, driven by the wind
as the wind blows hard toward November
she opens the eyes & to each heart sends
a secret invitation; a token
of days to come, of darkness set apart.

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Caution! Sonnet under construction. Here you see the first six lines. I have written more here, which will give you an opportunity to see one of Dr. Omed's fine drawings.