October smoothers the earth in embered gold
A relentless whisper chills the uneven air
The daylight shortens, fading soft, yet bold
As shadows gather slow in forests now bare
Folded stars appear before the dinner bell
A crispness bites along evening’s window pane
The creep of harvest casts its gentle spell
And hearths awaken, bright against the rain
The orange glow beneath the crescent’s light
A hush of cold curls upward from the ground
Lost leaves take life as dreams in trembling night
Their brittle music making autumn’s sound
October lingers, thoughtful, whisper thin
A twig brushing fire on every tree
The year leans quietly toward its wintering
As night walks softly, naming what will be
