October Nights

[symphony8]

Crisp, clean, non-filtered air,
highlighting seasons, beware.

October nights, will you dare,
the blessings of change is near.

Creatine bodies afloat for weather
cascading the earth, don't you swear.

By the moon, the shadows of despair,
all of us in tune of our natural ware.

Colliding cold with dead leaves
prosper for humans, this unfair?

Not in the least, I will tell you so
get with nature as she soars.