October is a signal
For trees to turn to fire
And show off crimson colors
Before they must retire.

October is a beauty
Dressed in Autumn's spell;
She walks in splendor everywhere
And wears the season well.

October is a treasure
She's rich beyond belief;
Her patchwork days of color
Are spectacular, but brief.

October is a painting.
A scarlet leaf display
Framed by a sky of sapphire blue
And wrapped in an Autumn day.