Virginia In October Poem by Natasa To

Virginia wears October like a gown,
Of amber hills and forests turning brown;
The Blue Ridge blushes in the evening sun,
As if the day were loath to say it's done.

Along the lanes where old stone fences lie,
Red maples reach their fingers to the sky;
And every breeze that wanders through the trees
Carries the fragrance of the fallen leaves.

The Shenandoah moves beneath the light,
A ribbon of remembrance, calm and bright;
While distant farms, beneath the harvest moon,
Fall into dreams beneath the stars so soon.

There's something tender in the autumn air—
A quiet kind of beauty everywhere;
The church bells echo softly through the town,
As golden leaves come dancing slowly down.