October is a signal
For trees to turn to fire
And show off crimson colors
Before they must retire.
October is a beauty
Dressed in Autumn's spell;
She walks in splendor everywhere
And wears the season well.
October is a treasure
She's rich beyond belief;
Her patchwork days of color
Are spectacular, but brief.
October is a painting,
A scarlet leaf display
Framed by a sky of sapphire blue
And wrapped in Autumn day.
~ Nora M. Bozeman
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