A poem for the season:
Fall is here,
I dread winter with fear.
I pull up my blanket,
Counting the days, I bet.
I look out the window,
Trees standing in a row.
Leaves falling, birds leaving
Nature closes down,
I bow before the sun.
Soon, it’ll be all dark,
The contrast so stark.
Apples and mushrooms brighten my day,
While I wait to finally have my say.
Leaves falling, birds leaving.
Fall is here.