October draws to a close

There’s silence in the air. It’s damp, still.
There’s warmth sans the day. And there’s light by five in the morn.
There’s a laze that just wont ebb. And an urge that would not rest.
There’s a calm. And baited breath.
There’s a shade of orange. Only half hour till it breaks.
On rolls the light. And meanders across the sky.
As October draws to a close.

An October. That draws to a close.
Flurry on.

0430 hours, October 30, 2009