As October’s whispering leaves descend,
They dance to melodies the winds send.
A tapestry of golden hues,
Painting the earth with autumn’s muse.

The crisp air kisses the morning’s breath,
While shadows play on nature’s crest.
In fields where summer’s green once lay,
October weaves her gentle sway.

The twilight sky in hues of fire,
Reflects the season’s deep desire.
To slow the world in amber light,
And bless the night with stars so bright.

Amidst the trees, a quiet song,
Of days gone by, and nights prolong.
October’s beauty, pure and grand,
Leaves a touch on every hand.