The golden leaves fall gently from above,
October whispers secrets of the past,
The twilight breezes hum a song of love,
As autumn’s grasp holds firm and fast.

Beneath a sky of amber and of gold,
The world transforms, a canvas rich and bright,
Each sunset tale a story to be told,
In hues that warm the soul with soft delight.

The pumpkins glow with faces carved in glee,
Lanterns light the paths of mystery,
The air is crisp with hints of winter’s plea,
Yet hearts are warmed by autumn’s reverie.

The harvest moon casts shadows long and deep,
As stars emerge to dance in velvet night,
October’s spell invites the world to sleep,
Wrapped in the magic of its gentle light.