The gentle whisper of October’s breeze,
Carries tales of summer’s end,
Leaves turn to gold, a fleeting tease,
As autumn’s colors blend and blend.

The harvest moon in skies so clear,
Lights the path for wandering souls,
A time of change, both far and near,
As nature’s story gently unfolds.

Crisp air brings a fresh embrace,
Inviting warmth from hearth and home,
A tranquil time, a slower pace,
Where thoughts of peace and calm do roam.

October’s charm, a brief delight,
With every day, the season fades,
Yet in our hearts, its memories bright,
Forever in our minds are made.