The scent of last night’s rain
Lingers in the morning air
Wet leaves blanket the ground
The trees are now dark and bare
The sound of honking geese
Some where barely out of sight
Hints of colder weather
Shorter days and longer nights
Frost will pay a visit
On a quiet star filled night
Leaving icy crystals
In October morning’s light
Pumpkins on the front porch
It’s the cutting of the corn
Leaves swept from the trees
All gifts from October morn