Autumn's Crisp

A poem about the meaning of the season, pardon the pun.

Autumn’s Crisp

Autumn’s Crisp

Autumn’s crisp is in the air
Fostering changes for the New Year.
The smells of spice and apple abound
Awaiting Kris Kringle coming to town.

We all must reflect on the year past
To rejoice the ones whom have moved from our staring cast
And reconnect with friendships, family old and new
Pledging to bond stronger not letting time undo

So as the season gets more jolly
Decorated with bright lights and holly
Don’t forget the real meaning of the season
Unconditional love truly the only reason.

©Copyright December 2007