Emily Hilligoss

 October crept in my window 

and through the knitting of my sweater. 

I was too tired to notice the goosebumps. 

Laying with my back to the intruder, 

still swinging with the fantasy of September. 

 

October ravaged through my closet, 

my coffee, and my left sock. 

I pull the blankets over my head 

ignoring my frozen feet 

and hoping the monster will go away. 

 

October fled into the night 

after leaving a chill in my room. 

It has settled under my blankets now 

and makes me dream of days 

I’ll spend outside in June.