October

a small personification poem about October

October

As October approaches the zone
Summertime is entirely gone
That’s when all dreams come to an end
And drops into a long, deep sleep

The withered beauties are dying
Lamenting depress on their deathbed
As they are wailing for their transient lives
Death drags them down their branch

As October approaches after her bro
Tearing down the mess he made before
And colored everything the way she likes
Desolate and wild, she smiled at her result.