Nostalgic reminiscences inspired by recent discussions about that month between October and November – Octember

O do you remember the first of Octember
That time when the first snows of wintumn had passed?
We longed for the rainlight of sprummer to come
And for the sunclouds to vanish at last.

But we were old then, and the seconds were green
And we thought of the future as it might have been.

Have you thought of that fortmonth in Novembuary?
We stayed up all night, for 25 hours;
In the light afternight we walked through the garden
Admiring the late-blooming perennial flowers.

But we were old then, and the seconds were green
And we sang through the days like a washing machine.

Oft-times do I think of that decade in Jarch
When we stood ‘neath the larch and heard a bird sing;
Midlife savings had started – we were frail and wan,
But we jumped and we laughed like a leap year in spring.

But we were old then, and the seconds were green
And the epochs all sparkled like dancing sunbeams.