October In the Mountains

In the Blue Ridge Mountains, October colors the azure to gold, wine and chestnut The leaves descend toward a flamboyant terrain of crisp, fallen friends all around Wild deer risk the hunter’s bow, moving silently through the naked limbs and laurel October pumpkins; rounded, ginger grins, welcome every passerby toward doorsteps The leaves descend toward a flamboyant terrain of crisp, fallen friends all around Whispers of silence drift through the peaceful sunset, calling out to the intimate twilight October pumpkins; rounded, ginger grins, welcome every passerby toward doorsteps The scent of drifting smoke from chimney amid brisk, autumn breezes that nip at noses Whispers of silence drift through the peaceful sunset, calling out to the intimate twilight Wild deer risk the hunter’s bow, moving silently through the naked limbs and laurel The scent of drifting smoke from chimney amid brisk, autumn breezes that nip at noses In the Blue Ridge Mountains, October colors the azure to gold, wine and chestnut