To Autumns month

October my dear friend how i miss you so,
with your bright colors and cool wind flowing through my hair.
i yern to hear the crunch of fallen leaves under foot as i walk
and i wait for your frost on my windows.
In my dreams your apple cider warms in hayrides through pumkin patches
as glowing faces smile, wraped in scarfs in the seasons' lighted festivals
making harvest for the holidays.
October my dear friend how i miss you so wont you hurry round this years bend?