Misty Mornings In October’s Grace

In October’s tender, misty embrace, When dawn’s first light begins to chase, The shadows of night, like whispers near, Misty mornings, tranquil and clear.

The world shrouded in a cloak of haze, A veil of secrets, in softness, sways, As the sun awakens, a gentle kiss, On meadows, and trees, in a dreamlike bliss.

The earth, a canvas of silver and gray, Where mystic creatures silently play, Their footsteps muffled by the fog’s caress, In this tranquil, enigmatic wilderness.

The air is crisp with a fragrant chill, And all is hushed, serene, and still, The world suspended in quiet repose, In the heart of October, where magic flows.

Each dew-kissed leaf, a jewel on display, In this enchanting, ephemeral ballet, As nature’s breath unveils her art, On misty mornings, where dreams may start.

The world is wrapped in a soft cocoon, Where secrets dance ‘neath a spectral moon, In the hush of dawn’s delicate grace, Misty mornings in October’s embrace.

Oh, the beauty of this tranquil scene, Where mysteries linger, in-between, In the gentle shroud of the morning’s birth, Misty October mornings, the most enchanting on Earth.