Answer in 7/6 time
Red, yellow, green, wind and frost.
Bright sun with little heat.
Summers’ fled and swimming lost.
This is October’s feat.
Softly minor is the song,
Cranes flying south so high.
Flying to where summers gone,
In a bright blue open sky.
This is the month of my birth!
Strange to be born , ending.
Puts all growth in pending. A minor wobble of earth
My marriage, too, started here
And autumn crocus bloom.
Take cheer and hold your life dear.
A warm fireplace and some room.
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