The air turns crisp with a gentle sigh,
As October’s breath whispers through the trees.
Leaves of gold and amber begin to fly,
Dancing freely in the autumn breeze.

Shadows grow longer, the daylight fades,
Painted skies of twilight softly glow.
A tapestry of colors serenades,
The quiet earth preparing for winter’s snow.

In the stillness of an October night,
Stars above shine with a colder light.
The world seems to pause, taking in the sight,
Of nature’s beauty, pure and bright.

October’s magic, a fleeting grace,
Leaves an imprint on the soul.
A gentle reminder of time’s swift pace,
As we cherish moments that make us whole.