October’s air, crisp and light, The leaves ignite in shades so bright. Amber, gold, and crimson fall, Nature’s last, most vibrant call. The nights grow long, the fires glow, Scary movies in the flicker show. Pumpkins line the quiet street, While shadows dance at midnight’s feet. It’s the month I feel most alive, In the cool winds, I seem to thrive. October 30th, my day to claim, But all of October, I feel the same.