OCTOBER'S SHAWL
October is
a splendid month
Wrapped in a flaming shawl
It holds the
richest treasures
As the summer
turns to fall.
The brilliant
leaves swirl to the earth
Colors of
orange and brown
Dipped in
scarlet and touched with bronze
They fall
tumbling to the ground.
The grass is
dying, the flowers are gone
October is
taking his stand.
He is paving the way for winter
Leaving his
mark upon the land.
He does his job
so silently
Splashing the
woodlands with gold
To be altered
by ruthless 'Ole Winter
Who enters so
careless and bold.
He will crinkle
the leaves that you've colored
Causing a state of despair
And cover the day with a blanket of gray
Forgetting you ever were there.
But, although
your radiant flame must die
And the
delicate leaves do fall
You've paved the
way for snowflake days
As winter
drapes your shawl.
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