"A place for solace"

Sometimes
when walking in October,
the smell of damp leaves
put me in a place
where my heart
finds solace,
and I escape.
I escape
my time,
my pains and
my woes.
And when walking in October,
The wind blows,
the dry leaves dance around
And chase the memories
of school books
and Halloween.
Those Memories seem
as close as a handle
But in reality its
to far to reach.
And while walking in October,
The chill
seeks every warm spot
on my body,
left over from summer.
So I barter my soul
for more time
But the clouds are full
and need none of it.