The trees slowly, magically undress.
Casting their used leaves away, careless.
They are blowing wild and free.
Their blazing colors delight me.
Caught in a waltz of the wind.
The dance of fall does begin.
A crisp and nipping breeze.
It does come blowing.
I move involuntarily to the beat.
To the rhythm of the seasons changing.
Dressing warmly.
Laughing, adapting.
Listening to the music of raking.
Smelling the sweet scent of pumpkin pie baking.
A caramel apple Halloween dream finds me.
Yet to come, Thanksgiving.
I give a humble bow.
Paying homage to autumn’s orangy brown fine crown.
I step in time to it all.
The dance of fall.
Thank you for enjoying and reading my fall poem. Happy fall to all!