Leaves of red, yellow and orange – mottled with leftover greens and evergreens. The slow creeping of color; first a darkening with the reds and a lighter hue for yellow and orange, then slowly, bit by bit, every leaf on every tree burns a true version of their color – until they peak at their brightest. Their burst of brilliance is short lived though as they slowly dull or fall to the ground in a brilliant, multicolored panorama of painted leaves.
October. The first month to hint at the cold to come. The most beautiful month of the year. At once warm and inviting, then, almost overnight, cold snapping at your toes! Perhaps the day will bring some warmth; perhaps not. She is fickle from day to day and year to year. She can be.
October also brings faces on pumpkins, ghouls and monsters, angels and heroes – all in a few days' time. We make the most of the end of the season, the very last of the year's warmth.
"October"
I know October by the way she laughs,
A rich, full tone, yet mellow as the moon.
I know her by the golden robe she wears.
And by her happy song.
I know her for she comes alone and silently
Leaving the summer behind her.
I know her scarlet cheeks
And her brown eyes.
Written many Harvest moons ago and used with permission by: Cosette Briske Schaefer (for October and me 😊)
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