October

It is the taste of sweet and sour The wind that blows through Abundance of flowers and bowers A little cold a little warm Weather is just perfect for Peace makers who walk and swarm The parks, gardens and benches They play, sing without sweating Shout and laugh sitting on their hunches The leaves wear magnificent colors Make a bed of their crunchiness On the cold floor with mild odors It is the habit of the dew To appear upon leaves and petals As and when it likes fresh and new O October! ! What solemn tune You play in the garden of our hearts In ecstatic mood we hum and swoon