a poem about my favorite season
Autumn is my season of contentment
nature a palette that calls my attention
tickles my senses in its variety
cornstalks drying in the fields
will be used to create scarecrows
apples and nuts are now ready to harvest
while we sip cider and nibble pumpkin bread
from a blanket thrown under the trees
and leaves in such a host of colors!
float slowly down to the waiting ground
while small rodents work tirelessly
to store food for the winter to come
and the slight hint of decay can be smelled
in the crisp autumnal air.