OCTOBER POEM

it was a golden autumn morning,

i sat by the window,

feeling the slight chill of the crisp october air.

i listened as the trees sung their song with the wind,

dancing and swaying with each other.

the sky was the most beautiful array of

orange,

red,

and pink.

i could smell the leaves as they flew through the air,

the slightest smell of pumpkin also lingered.

and it was here

that i found

true solemn.