The rusty orange leave dance to the wind, it comes fluttering down
It travels with the breeze, without a destination
Under the twilight, the water mirrors a still sky
The stars glisten and my heart flutters
By dawn, the Sunshine spreads a carpet,
And everything walks on golden hues
Misty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter song.
Winters coming, butterflies flutter from clover to wood.
The crisp, cool, clean air tickles my toes.
Under the harvest moon, pumpkin patches never looked so good.
Dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be
Oh October how much I love you