FALLS OF OCTOBER

The month with a double number arrives,

Carrying festivals, dreams, and joyful skies.

A month where blessings gently bloom,

And every heart prepares for celebrations to come.

Autumn begins with a golden glow,

As beauty paints the streets below.

Brown leaves dance on the quiet ground,

While nature wears her finest gown.

The nights grow colder, soft and slow,

And blankets become the warmest home.

Sleep feels sweeter, mornings feel late,

As warmth makes waking a little harder than yesterday.

The appetite grows with the changing air,

For hot, delicious food prepared with care.

The aroma travels from room to room,

Filling the house with a comforting bloom.

The weather whispers of winter near,

A gentle warning for the colder year.

Animals search for shelter and food,

While humans prepare as best they could.

Yet through it all, the month feels bright,

Filled with festivals, laughter, and light.

Every age, from young to old,

Feels the joy this beautiful month holds.

It whispers to the earth, “The celebrations are near,”

And fills every heart with happiness and cheer.

A month of golden beauty, warmth, and delight—

Where autumn fades softly into winter’s night.