A Poem for October

Cool smoked filled air,
Kaliedescope leaves.
Ghoulish, grinning gourds
And tots crying in costumes
They don't understand.
Sweaters and frost,
Furnaces belch to life.
A long walk on a cold starry night,
World Series fans with white wispy breath.
The joy of October,
A month of color and goblins and memory.