Autumn Calling

October's moving in I can feel it on my skin. The wind blows lightly every leaf but brings in the cooling sheaths pushing back the leftovers summer beats lack; In the quiet rush the trees whisper, hush calling out to all of us, change is in the breeze; the warm that remains is just a hint of September games leaning into fall residue autumn calling in the faded hues; colors ranging from the lime lemon blends into the shadings of olive-brown russets so many shadow feature ramblings rest in the crimson carmine maroons; the sun rises late, ambers crawling in setting early to the harvest orange crimson and the reawakening of the blood moon with autumn calling a lurid dying of October from June; October's moving in making for winter taunts and teasing in the constant changing of the season.