September softly comes, then leaves; October breezes in, and with a touch of magic weaves her spell on us again, for happily at dusk we tread our secret path through trees that blaze in hues of gold and red as heaven turns cerise. And as I’m walking with my love, a chill wind starts to blow. we hasten to the entrance of a cozy bungalow. . . Our dinner’s fixed; a fire’s lit inside our hideaway. Beside a fireplace we sit at this, the close of day. As wood smoke rises to the sky, he warms me with a kiss, which lends the sweetest quality to my October bliss.