Leaves cascade in golden hues,
A tapestry of time unfurls,
October whispers in the breeze,
Stories of change, of worlds anew.

Morning mists weave through the trees,
A dance of silence, soft and slow,
The earth adorned in autumn’s grace,
Crimson paths where dreams may flow.

Underneath the harvest moon,
Shadows stretch and secrets hide,
October’s song in rustling leaves,
A symphony where hopes abide.

In the heart of twilight’s glow,
A gentle warmth in every breath,
October holds the promise near,
A tender touch, a quiet depth.