When it's,
October again...
Leaves green change to different colors.
And Autumn seems to rush September away.
With Summer still left to linger.
When it's October again,
Cool breezes chill the air.
And people everywhere prepare for Fall.
October starts it all.
Holidays this time of year,
Come to quick it seems.
Halloween and Thanksgiving,
Bring with them Christmas dreams...
Too soon with a meaning that comes to end.
When it's,
October again...
Leaves green change to different colors.
And Autumn seems to rush September away.
With Summer still left to linger.
When it's October again,
Cool breezes chill the air.
And people everywhere prepare for Fall.
October starts it all.
As the Harvest Moon appears it seems,
Much too soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem