Golden, you are,
Golden sovereigns on your trees.
Golden guineas on your floor,
gold coins of leaves that fall
for us to scuffle through
as they fall
into an October carpet
A bookseller (Michelle, perhaps?) at Carmichael's Kids Bookstore in Louisville recommended this author to me, and I loved the poem for October so much that I wanted to share it here. The drawings included are delightful little sketches, too, and I hope to add more by this author to our library soon!
Farewell, October. You were not as cool-temperatured as I might have liked, but you were, as always, my favorite month.