October's Whispers: A Symphony Of Cold And Gold.

October's breath, a shiver in the air,

Silence draped in hues, whispers everywhere.

Autumn's canvas, painted in gold,

Nature's story gracefully told.

Leaves descend with a gentle ballet,

Crackling secrets in the cool display.

Chilled days, a symphony of falls,

Nature's lullaby through leafy walls.

In October's hush, hear echoes of time,

A poetry of cold, in every rhyme.