The hot, humid summer now is past.
It looks like Fall has come at last.
I feel a slight nip in the air
As the cool wind blows through my hair.
It’s time to pack the shorts away,
Since cooler temps are here to stay.
The nuts are falling down, down, down!
Leaves are turning from gold to brown.
Soon we’ll move the potted plants inside,
Checking them first for insects trying to hide.
The deck chair cushions will be stored away.
We’ll get them out again some warmer day.
As the wind blows leaves across the ground,
I enjoy the signs of Fall I’ve found.
The sight of mums blooming in a pot
Reminds me that I like Fall a lot!
(c) October 24, 1999, by Johnnie Ann Burgess Gaskill. For permission to use, please contact her.