October is a barefoot Gypsy,
running wild and free.
Snatching jewels of red and orange
As she darts from tree to tree.
October with her long, dark tresses,
Resplendent in her leafy dresses,
Dances now in wild delight,
Bewitching everyone in sight.
Her dark skin glows with every sunset,
Black eyes flash at each golden dawn,
The rustling of her skirts makes music,
As faster now she dances on.
Till just before the spell is broken,
By winter's first, small frosty token,
When Gypsy-like she steals away
Into a new November day.
Wild and wonderful blessings!