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 … Continue reading Your embers in our souls will burn.

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 … Continue reading As summer sleeps and autumn warms.