Usually it’s the second week here in the Valley of the Sun that the heat god flips the switch and we descend into “Arizona winter”, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to be the case this year. In fact, it looks like my post a week or so ago proclaiming we had seen out last 100+ day for the year was a bit premature: we could, in fact, have two days next week where we’re over 100.

Still, the calendar says October, and I’ll enter my last day on earth with a “5” in front of my age with this delightful little poem for October:

“Colors burst in wild explosions
Fiery, flaming shades of fall
All in accord with my pounding heart
Behold the autumn-weaver
In bronze and yellow dying
Colors unfold into dreams
In hordes of a thousand and one
The bleeding
Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer
Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming
Colors burst within
Spare me those unending fires
Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall.”

– Dark Tranquility, With the Flaming Shades of Fall

Hat tip: egreenway.com