Seasons

sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

I call it autumn you Call it Fall,

But who am I to make that call.

The morning gets colder the evening more crisp,

As the leafs blowing up a mighty good whirling whisp.

With this season brings tricks and treats,

We get the needed relief from the scorcher of heat.

As it gets colder we change our clocks,

Time to harvest them healthy stalks.

Pumpkins witches and corn 🌽 field maze,

Cooler evenings with shorter days.

Some animals gather food as birds migrate,

Getting ready for the season for which they hate.

Turn up the heat and change your clocks,

Take your love one on that evening walk.

Enjoy this beautiful time of year,

Before you know it you'll have to cover your ears.

The leaves be falling 🍁 to the bottom,

As the wind blows strong in autumn.

Which is your favorite?winter ❄️ summer 🌞 spring or Fall 🌿,

I'll leave it to you to make that call.

 

Johnny bubba Chavez

9/22/2021

 

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