One Last Season

Fall comes,

Then fall goes like the leaves on a big bark tree.

Sooner or later the snow flies,

Like birds to the south,

But before that happens we get a little piece of beauty,

From reds to bright oranges.

Halloween, Thanksgiving are just two holidays,

Where you carve pumpkins and turkeys.

Fall is here,

Then fall is gone,

So go outside

With a cup of cider

And sit and watch

Nature at its glory….


People also view

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *