Leaves of red, yellow and orange,
Drift lightly as autumn winds blow;
Like fairies dancing in the sky,
Who bow as they fall low.

The nip of autumn breezes,
Fill nostrils with autumn's wine;
Crops are quickly harvested,
Before winter kills the vine.

Bonfires, hayrides and friends,
Liven up our day;
Spooks and goblins of Halloween,
Can show to us night's way.

Autumn's a time of reflection,
Of a year speeding by;
It's so very quickly gone,
As we stare and wonder why.

There are pumpkins of orange, yellow & gold
Holidays of thanks and even ghosts;
But the cool weather of fall
Is what I love the most.