This poem fully reflects the sights around me, here in my little Montana mountain town. This morning we awoke to snow on the surrounding peaks...and the accompanying crisp, cold air only aids the leaves still on the trees in turning even yet more brilliant in colour. October is the most beautiful month, in my opinion, and poems about it are my favourite.
This poem fully reflects the sights around me, here in my little Montana mountain town. This morning we awoke to snow on the surrounding peaks...and the accompanying crisp, cold air only aids the leaves still on the trees in turning even yet more brilliant in colour. October is the most beautiful month, in my opinion, and poems about it are my favourite.