Ah-October dances in like a fiery vagabond queen,
Bringing with her Autumn's splendor, gilding the
earth with heavenly hues of burnished bronze, gold
and crimson too.

Hauntingly beautiful October skies: Azure,agate,
turquoise; sprinkled here and there with clouds
of whitest hue. Like so many lambs gamboling in
fields of blue.

And-October nights, stars twinkling, black velvets
set with myriads of sparkling jewels. Clear and
beautiful, like fine crystal.

October, you are beautiful. Even more lovely than
your sister April with her spring blossoms. For
she is a mere child. But, you, October are the
voluptuous, mysterious woman that April spring
will grow into: Bringing into being all the
bounty that April's flowers promised.

So-Sing October, Dance, yes, flaunt your gypsy
beauty across the land. Too soon you're over and
it will be a whole year 'til we see you again.