I know a girl whom October loves
She is the colors it breathes;

She is
A golden river of champagne
Steadily moving upwards
Reaching for galaxies

She is
The comfort it needs to calm its trembling leaves
Because everything’s falling
Coming down like spring showers
Everything’s changing, screaming Red
And so is she
So is she

She is
A minor miracle
To those who know her  
If only you knew her
If you knew her you’d know
She is screaming Red

Full of determination
Working against gravity
Striving with a passion
Day by day

She is
The trees
Dripping maple syrup
Drawing a line
An amber line
On the horizon

Waking up a
A bouquet of flavors
That should always be experienced
Never described

For there aren’t enough days
To describe the girl
Constantly changing
Like the leaves that fall
Day by day

And when the trees are bare
Once all the leaves have gone
And when cold days invade
Once there is nothing left

You will find her
Radiant as the fall
Golden as the streams
Screaming Red
Drawing an amber line
Day by Day

She is
The Colors October breathes.