The endless green of summer,
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
The hot, aggressive summer sun,
Now hides behind the clouds,
Creating dreamlike shadows,
That reflects the world around.
The trees have changed their summer greens,
To the warmth of autumn hues,
And a chilly early morning frost,
Has replaced the summer dew.
The sound of weekend mowers,
And the sight of lawns so green,
Are echoes now of Autumn rakes,
And piles of aging leaves.
The whisper of the summer breeze,
Has reluctantly flown away,
As the stronger push of the Autumn wind,
Has defiantly taken its place.
And the happy mood of the summer sun,
Has weakened in its fight,
As the darker mood of Autumn,
Has coldly diminished its light.
And in the chill of the afternoon,
As the children play in the leaves,
The smell of fireplaces burning,
Give the promise of a cozy eve.
And you’re filled with anticipation,
For Pumpkins and Halloween,
For Hay Rides and Candy Apples,
And Ghostly sights to see.
Oh yes, the Fall is finally here,
And its glory fills your heart,
And you breathe that air so crisp and clear,
And pray that it never parts.
By Patricia Fleming
Photo by linux87