In the gentle arms of October’s grace,
Leaves dance to a whispered song,
Golden hues paint the quiet space,
Where summer’s warmth no longer belongs.
Chill breezes carry tales untold,
As daylight fades to amber glow,
In fields of crimson and marigold,
Nature’s farewell puts on a show.
The harvest moon lights the winding path,
Through forests deep and skies so wide,
The earth prepares for winter’s wrath,
Yet holds a beauty none can hide.
In every rustle and every sigh,
October breathes a tender art,
A season’s end, a quiet goodbye,
Etched softly on the human heart.