The Month October Poem by Seth Yuhi Musinga

The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers
cut through the soft scent of the morning's dew-covered grass.
The shadbush along the thoroughfare glowed blond and bronze.
The fields stretched like a flooring of ornaments,
jadeite and musgravite and blue garnet.

October glare inundated the savannah with such
a sweet nimble that it had the dimmed impressive
look of a countryside by farmers.
The sun completes the creation with rich balminess...
The makalani palm in grassland
scorched like a titanic fire.

October, christen me with greeneries!
Enfold me in a shelled fleece jacket
and cherish me with chicken noodle soup.
The cheerful summer had passed away,
and stunning fall was tossing
its spectral-colors of gorgeousness on scorpion thistle and dwarf shrub.

October air, broad with boogying shrubberies
and exhaling breezes welcomed the wildebeest
as they stroll in the woodlands and patches of forest.
The rich colors of grass and soil
is increased by the warm sunlit
of a sun almost warm enough for spring.

October, with flaky times and cool nights,
a time to whorl up around the bopping blazes
and descend into a noble book
whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow happiness.
Nothing is more fleeting than external formula,
which withers and alters like the florets
of the field at the appearance of autumn.

You cannot tolerate to discard something so treasurable
as autumnal sunlight by staying in the couch.