#306

A hurricane rages,
Churning the sky, dropping temps.
Happy Halloween.

#305

The windchimes go mad
As armies of leaves scuttle,
Attacking passing cars.

#304

The wind has picked up,
And the skies have grown more gray,
On the edge of storms.

#303

The Frankenstorm looms,
Arms stretching farther inland
Than anyone thought.

#302

Waiting at the door
Are painted pumpkin faces
Welcoming you in.

#301

A chilly wind brings
An end to our warm fall days;
This is more normal.

#300

Re-thinking money;
Dreaming, scheming, make ends meet.
It's hard to get by.