<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>October Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I married an October girl<br>but met her in December's cold, <br>I remember well<br>that winter of our meeting<br>you could not say that it was swell<br>that frosty first time greeting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her a second time<br>October in the spring<br>when light shone from her face<br>and joined with my light within; <br>she blew a gentle breeze<br>with freshness in her haste<br>to meet again the man<br>who previously in December<br>she had not seemed <br>so keen to chase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She blew into my life in spring<br>through summer and the fall<br>and swirled around the boughs<br>of my many outreaching branches, <br>until she bared me of all the leaves<br>I'd grown throughout my life<br>and pointed to the roots of me<br>that held me strong in strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">October is a blustery girl<br>with many winds of change<br>sometimes with an angry squall<br>that bares wintered teeth<br>with lightening storms of rage, <br>but I never did meet a girl<br>with such a warm embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I married that October girl<br>we married in the spring<br>and as I wait to see<br>what summer's breeze may bring<br>I know that October's girl<br>will shine her light within<br>as I soar up so very high<br>upon October's wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Taylor">David Taylor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566975" data-title="October Girl de David Taylor" data-description="I married an October girl but met her in December's cold, I remember well that winter of our meeting you could not say that it was swell that frosty first time greeting. I saw her a second time October in the spring when light shone from her fac..."></div> </div> </div>

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