October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.
October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.
October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter darkness.
October is a hallelujah! reverberating in my body year-round...
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings; now for October eves!
October is a symphony of permanence and change.