October October
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October October

October morning,
the air bites softly,
carries the scent
of dry leaves.

Golden sun hangs low,
paints the quiet sky
with fading warmth.

Trees stand tall,
their crowns aflame,
colors shifting, falling,
soft underfoot.

Clouds stretch thin,
a delicate dance
above quiet fields.

Long shadows walk
the empty streets,
whispers of coolness
settling in.

Evening comes faster,
a chill takes hold,
the light slips away,
just like that.

Meaning

This poem captures the fleeting beauty of October, focusing on the changing landscape and the quiet atmosphere that arrives with cooler air. It reflects on how nature shifts gradually, from the golden sun to the deepening chill of evening, showing October as a month of gentle transition.

October's Quiet Dance
October’s Quiet Dance

Inspiration Behind

I was inspired by the way October feels, how the mornings are crisp but not harsh, and how the sunlight softens everything. The transformation of the trees and the early dusk brought these images into my mind. Each moment feels short, but full of beauty.

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