Autumn morning greets us here In a town buzzing festively. Through our windows, we can peer At the sight of discolored leaves.
The wind whips past busy folk, Bustled within the shopping square; Coming home to fires they'll stoke. Hopefully, today proved quite fair.
Small journeys in countryside Can sooth your soul and calm your pain. Peaceful are leisurely rides As rooftops feel sprinkling rain.
Revel in the serene scene, Winter will soon quickly arrive. Breathe the crisp, cool air so clean. It's a pleasure to be alive.
This poem is, of course, about Autumn. I wrote it back in October or November, but I'm still new to this website, so I was hoping to share it despite the fact we're past that season.