Colours of Creation

In sweet October's heart so rare, Autumn whispers through the air. A symphony of gold and red, Leaves dancing where their branches led. The crisp embrace of harvest's kiss, Nature's bounty, pure bliss. Apples ripe and pumpkins bold, A cornucopia to behold. Blessed beyond words, I find, In the gentle rustle of the wind. Colors paint my thoughts so bright, October's canvas, pure delight. Winds that silence worries old, A soothing balm, a tale untold. October's story, bold and grand, Written in the foliage, across the land.