OCTOBER SLEEPS - FOIL STICKER

Wrapped within our remains,
The great provider holds aging glimmers,
Amber glow of promise within,
Breathing, exhaling, a final whisper to mark the waning year.
Buried within its chest,
A possibility.
Turning and confining, twisting and growing,
Starlight into moonlight,
Darkness hums a choir.
Symphony dances,
And from its mouth,
A dawn approaches through its thicket cloak.
Skin is shed and October is born.

GOLD FOIL STICKER.