Maple trees with kisses of oranges and golds make me feel quite whole. The taste of pumpkin and spice is really quite nice. The gentle fall wind holds a slight bite but I really don't mind; for it is autumn and the pumpkins are bright. So please, please stay, my favorite season. I do love you my autumn delights.
This is my poem for my favorite season. I love autumn! Michael Robert Triska Copyright 2017