October bows with winds that sigh,  
Beneath the chill of silver sky.  
Her leaves, now scattered far and wide,  
Are whispered dreams where colors hide.  

The golden glow of harvest wanes,  
And silence hums through empty plains.  
Her pumpkins rest in fields grown bare,  
A memory held in cooler air.  

The moon, so bright on autumn’s face,  
Now drifts to darker, quieter space.  
Her nights once stitched with fires’ light  
Grow still and deep, embracing night.  

Oh, October, your fleeting stay  
Has filled our hearts in tender sway.  
You brought us beauty, crisp and clear,  
The gentle close of another year.  

The trees will mourn your fiery crown,  
As winds rise up to pull it down.  
Yet in your loss, the earth prepares  
For winter’s chill and softer prayers.  

Farewell, dear month of fleeting flame,  
You leave us changed, yet not the same.  
Until next year, when you return,  
Your embers in our souls will burn.