I have to write a poem in iambic pentameter due Tuesday. It's really hard!

Also Mabon is coming up here real soon; it's Tuesday!! Holy cow!

The air outside is thick with the smell of autumn. I smell Halloween and rain, faeries and chills, and the creeping hint of Death's breath. The same inspirations for my last year's NaNoWriMo story, Caramel Apples. I'm finding myself thinking almost constantly of Halloween. I cannot wait for October.

I don't really want to miss Mabon like I missed Litha and Lughnasadh. Let's see if I can't figure something out in under two days. ;)