All the leaves now red in color
Compliment the brown of others

Falling to the ground in haste
A twist of warming cinnamon taste

Candles burn inside closed doors
As the rain outside comes down (it pours)

The smell of pumpkin fills the air
As the bears return to their yearly lair

The cold of winter air it lingers
Chilling toes and bones and fingers

Jackets are still getting thicker
As the candles burning begin to flicker

As the hours fade from November days
The birds fly south in search of rays

I can’t join birds in their southern flight
I have to bear the autumn nights

I must learn to survive, this I know
As the reddened leaves turn into snow.