October Gave A Party

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
-George Cooper, "October's Party"


October is here, and autumn usually is. On days like today, 80 degrees and pure sunshine, it feels less like fall, more like summer. The trees around the oval are dropping their leaves, yet the campus isn't draped in gold, yellow, red and orange like I had anticipated. Colorado's leaves don't change much, and I was looking forward to the transformation that would occur here in Ohio, but it has yet to reveal itself. Unfortunately, while I sit here questioning fall's whereabouts, Winter will creep in, like an intruder to a funeral. While we relish in the late life of summer, savoring its final days, winter approaches, bringing with her an undeniable chill. The guest nobody wants to see, Winter steps forward to pay her respects, pulling her tattered black shaw closer to her shoulders. It is only after she leans towards the lifeless body of Summer, and gives her final kiss, that Winter becomes permanent. Drawing the warmth out of the body of summer, Winter will prevail.