The Bridge To October

I walk upon the bridge to October, were trees are draped with autumnal hues, an abundance of reds, oranges and yellows, glistening from the sun-kissed morning dew, leaves gently fall from mother trees freeing each other for what is to come to another season of monochromatic wonder which covers the transitional glory with a snowflake white blanket creating a hush within the air, if only the bridge to October would provide a perpetual season where the colors beauteous to our eyes appear all-year-round.