Swirling leaves of gold and crimson,
Drifting on a chilly wind,
Slowly settle in the meadow,
Heralding the summer’s end.
Sunlight fades a little faster,
With the passing of each day,
Crops wait ready to be gathered,
Natures bounty on display.
Evening’s song grows even softer,
As birds start their southern flight,
While the first fire in the fireplace,
Warms a cold and frosty night.
Autumn day bring sweet contentment,
And my heart is full of cheer,
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
It’s my favourite time of year.