The morning air is crisp and cool,
Apples and pumpkins make us drool.
Leaves, shades of yellow, brown and red,
brighten our world before they shed.
The trees will winter, barren they sleep,
storing energy, their secrets keep.
Grass and flowers though they wilt and die,
the promise of spring keeps hope alive.
Crunch of leaves beneath our feet,
smell of fall, both sharp and sweet.
Squirrels hustle with cheeks so full.
Hair and fur get thick as wool.
We don our coats, grow our hair.
Store our shorts and summer wear.
Gather sweaters and heavy socks,
wear boots, caps, and cozy frocks.
We can never stay the same,
like the seasons, we must change.
So bundle up, come brave the Fall,
one with nature, embrace it all.