Fall begins in the month of October

When the harvest is ready to go

Brown leaves and fruits of our labor

Seed that long have been sown

The wind becomes chill in October

The clouds now are safe in their home

Days become shorter and shorter

While the mornings start to chill to the bone

October is not quite November

Birds flutter and fly in formation

The season is the beginning of winter

The start of white yuletide Novation

Let not the reaper forget to remember

To cherish the bounty until spring

As the cool quiet evenings of October

Herald a new beginning of things

October is not near to December

When winter slows life to a crawl

Orange harvest moon couldn’t be rounder

In the still black nights of fall

The stars up above shine and glimmer

At the cool mother earth down below

We have all forgotten the hot summer

The green leafy life that has grown

Orange is the color of October

And purple too on the other end

As the chaff is stored up for fodder

The season bids adieu to a friend

Just as the crops are stored for winter

In cold long months that are lean

The harvest season ends with a whisper

On the day that is called Halloween

Thanksgiving is the end of November

When we celebrate the accumulation of wealth

The harvest again is over

There begins a new season of hope

Fall begins in the month of October

My second favorite time of the year

The season marks the start of long labor

Orange moon and violet night in arrears

The Harvest marks the year in remainder

For a cold winter sleep in transition

Awaiting the sun to rejoinder

When the spring brings new life to fruition