The morning air is cool and crisp,
As summer fades away.
Some warmth still comes to visit,
But seldom does it stay.
The leaves that once were all green,
Have turned from gold to brown,
And make a crackling rustling sound,
As they blow across the ground.
A morning walk across the grass,
Will pick up a leaf or two.
Stuck to you from the moisture,
Because of gathered morning dew.
Sunlight\'s visits grow shorter still,
With each new passing day.
Giving the darkness of the night,
Much more time to stay.
Our time outside has been replaced,
No longer will we roam,
But find instead our warmth and light,
While safely in our home.
Our kitchen soon becomes our friend,
Fresh baked smells will fill the air.
I can enjoy them mixed with the roaring fire,
From the comfort of my chair.
Season\'s come and season\'s go,
I admit I like them all,
But my favorite one has always been,
The festive days of fall.
(C) 2016 Edward York