Just a quick seasonal poem! I really like the fall season and we're finally starting to taste some of after weeks of too-warm weather.

For a few gold weeks

The trees will weep

With the leaves of

Autumn’s fall.


Sheeting down to

The grass green ground

'Til there’s no green

Left at all.


Branches bare will

Fill the air

In kind with the

Sweet musk of decay.


All too soon

To drift away

In the chill of

A cold Winter's day.