October leaves fall all around,
Making little or just no sound.

Soon, to be raked in nice, neat piles,
Causing achy shoulders. No smiles.

Deepening colors thus appear,
Echoing that autumn is here.

As if a masterful paint brush,
Just stroked the beauty with no rush.

Harvest! Orange pumpkins dot the scene,
Causing observers to be keen!

Lynn M.
October 12, 2025