Nancy Smith
October’s like a winter coat
You put on every year—
You never think about its worth
Until cold days appear.
Those hot summer days
Are just a memory,
And October’s like a friend
We’re happy to see.
Sit right back—put up your feet—
And listen to her call,
October’s gently touching you,
Welcome now to fall.
(Your library volunteers wish you a BOO-tiful October.)