Autumn’s Child

Witty and charming is my October-born—
With eyes as luminescent as the Hunter’s Moon at night,
A mind as keen and powerful as the blade of a butcher’s knife,
A heart as pure and golden as honey from the bee’s hive,
A grin as warm and full of mischief as the soft flicker of a jack-o-lantern’s smile,
A presence as comforting as the scent of apple cider wafting through the air for miles,
And a laugh as satisfying as the crunch of fallen leaves on the forest ground—
Indeed, he must be a Hogwarts wizard, keeping us all entranced and spellbound.

Such a wondrous soul born in a season of enchantment, revelry, and sweets,
He brings forth laughter, joy, and love in every person he meets.
His lively chatter and gaiety will carry us through to Spring,
Like a cozy blanket, he promises warmth and happiness in everything.
Whether he’s made of flesh and bone or magic from the wild,
He is undoubtedly, Autumn’s most extraordinary child.