The warmest October I've known

The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in shorts, as they play;
The Earth moves farther from the sun,
But I swear summer just isn't done.

The heat can not let go, it holds it's grip,
And the sweet nectar of the summer solstice begs for another sip;
The pumpkins grow large, as the flowers hold onto life,
And the trees are confused, as I hold my jack-o-lantern knife.

Instead of the frost, we continue to see morning dew,
I hope to see a changing season, but there's nothing new;
Welcome, my unborn son, released from a womb you have outgrown,
Into the world, and the warmest October I have known.