October dawns with golden hues, a symphony of leaves,
Whispering secrets to the breeze, as nature gently weaves.
The air grows crisp, the days grow short, yet full of quiet grace,
Each moment wrapped in autumn’s kiss, a calm and warm embrace.

The trees, adorned in fiery shades, paint portraits in the sky,
Their branches swaying to the tune of winds that softly sigh.
Beneath their boughs, the fallen leaves form carpets rich and deep,
A rustling path of memories, where dreams and shadows sleep.

The harvest moon in silver gleams, illuminates the night,
Casting a spell of magic, in its tender, glowing light.
The stars above, like scattered gems, in silent vigil stay,
As October’s gentle lullaby guides us through the fray.

In every breath of autumn air, a story waits to start,
Of love, of loss, of time’s embrace, and nature’s tender heart.
So let us walk through October’s realms, with wonder in our eyes,
Embracing all the beauty found beneath its twilight skies.