October October
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October October

October morning,the air bites softly,carries the scentof dry leaves.Golden sun hangs low,paints the quiet skywith fading warmth.Trees stand tall,their crowns aflame,colors shifting, falling,soft underfoot.Clouds stretch thin,a delicate danceabove quiet fields.Long shadows walkthe empty streets,whispers of coolnesssettling in.Evening comes faster,a chill takes hold,the light slips away,just like that. Meaning This poem captures the fleeting beauty of…