October Peom

The golden rays dance on sheltering fog so blue,
which frosts the tips of the tassels with dew.
The turning leaves come dancing alive in the light,
as the northerly wind touches cheeks with a bite.
Long, yellow buses stitch their way through the land,
bringing the children to school as planned.
As Summer's withered flora reveals the woodland fawn,
hats and gloves and mittens are donned.
The birds have begun their migration from here,
for the sun gives no heat though the blue sky is clear.