October knocks with winds that sing,  
A herald of the harvest’s king.  
She comes adorned in russet hue,  
With skies of grey and sharper blue.  

Her breath is cool, her laughter bright,  
She paints the world with autumn light.  
The trees, they blush, a crimson flame,  
As if they’ve heard October’s name.  

The pumpkins rest on golden ground,  
While leaves like whispers float around.  
A quiet magic fills the air,  
With spice and smoke and skies laid bare.  

October calls, *"Come gather near,  
For fires to warm and hearts to cheer.  
Let mornings shine with frosted grace,  
And evenings glow in moonlit lace."*  

She walks through orchards ripe and sweet,  
With fallen leaves beneath her feet.  
She holds the year in steady hands,  
And spins her spell across the lands.  

Welcome, October, fierce and fair,  
With swirling winds and cooler air.  
You weave the days in shades of gold,  
A tale of beauty, bright and bold.  

So let us greet your fiery reign,  
And cherish all you bring again—  
For in your light, the world transforms,  
As summer sleeps and autumn warms.