Why do I love October?
October’s the month of gold.
There’s crimson and nuts in the woodland,
There’s fruitage in orchard and wold;
‘Tis the banquet hall of the seasons,
When their purple wine is spilled;
‘Tis the revel of color-splendors,
Where the wealth of the year is tilled.
And so I love October.
‘Tis fruition of faith to me;
In the beauty and gold of its garner,
The Opulent Giver I see.