October, she is energy

October - she is energy.

Awakening spirits from slumber, and lulling souls home on gifted wings.

Limitless love surrounding - as she takes you into her fold.

October - she is brave.

Her hunter moon turning weak to warriors.

For the harvest, for the winter.

She is Mother nature's most fearless child.

Your world is alive - with October by your side.

October - she is art.

Behold!

She paints screaming fuchsia skies.

Blinding saffron moons.

And leaves of green, then gold, then orange, then rust, then gone.

Awe stokes your self worth like breath to an ember.

Irrelevance erased, while standing witness to her miracles.

October - she is eternity.

Face to face with the end, her laughing mushrooms take centre stage.

Earths little phoenix’s - animated from deep rot.

It’s her reminder - let go to grow.

How what’s yet to come may be more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

October - she is magic.

Tenderly, she lifts the veil between light and dark.

Cradling broken hearts in mist and ore.

She whispers, you are here, you are home.

Her breath like wildfire.

And just when you’ve fallen madly in love.

She’s gone.