When October Comes Poem by Amar Agarwala

October comes with deep blue skies
And ushers an autumn mellow,
It adds a cheer to forlorn hearts
With sweet daisies white and yellow.

The breeze brings in a scent of snow
From the womb of an arctic cold,
It paints the boughs with mystic hues
With Midas touch of beaten gold.

It cools the breath of fevered trees
Those have withstood the summer sun,
To verdure lush it adds a tweet
And a rhyme to the sonnets spun.

A mist rolls in with falling dusk
While the shadows lengthen so soon,
Twilight cavorts with distant stars
Along with a magical moon.

It brings blessings for lovelorn hearts
Sprinkled from the heavens above,
Begets the seasons choicest wish
Tender tidings for those in love.

And riper get the apples red
A sturdy brown the ears of corn,
With a doting the meadows stare
At lakes with paradise re-borne.

The season beckons butterflies
To gallivant with sprightly blooms,
Which spread fragrance to mortals all
And to the dead who sleep in tombs.

Oh October... thy euphony!
Drunken grapes all ready for wine,
Which I shall sip to quench my thirst
Thus reach the portals of divine.
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