Poem: October 13, 2019

Sundays in October

On Sundays in October we find
a particular form of surrender.

We surrender to the cold blowing
of the leaves, the wind dragging

its extra burden through the street.
We give in to the heavy, grey clouds

and the early darkness, and the weight
of full, cold raindrops. We fall

into our houses, our eyelids half-lifted,
half pulled down against it all.

We fall into our warm lit spaces and let
October cover us at dusk like a blanket.