Crisp air blows its way through the leaf-strewn trees,
golden leaves are sent spiraling to the barren ground.
The sun grows cold and distant,
dimly warming the last of the summer flowers.
Clouds of frost are seen in the breath of red-cheeked children.
Yellow school buses and black tar contrast the deep red trees and clear skies.
Pumpkins begin to ripen,
apples are plucked from their branches.
The fresh smell of cold mornings foretell winter's arrival.
The oranges and scarlets of the earth will soon be covered in fresh coats of white paint.
Sweaters and scarves are pulled out of the attic,
boots and mittens are dusted off.
The seasons are turning,
new beginnings are coming.
Hold your breath in anticipation dearest,
watch the beauty unfold.