October

Crisp, brisk, colors;
The air is clean and bites.
Leaves fall on dying clovers.
Long, cool, nights.

Landscape, flattened cornfields,
Stalks scattered on the ground.
Deer lie in low hay fields;
Nature is all around.

The morning harvest in now and passing,
To evening dusk so clear.

Crisp, brisk, colors;
October is finally here.