Crisp breezes blow
The clouds are a sign of snow. . .
Snow is on the way
Making it's way here today
The Autmn cottage stands strong and tall
The crisp breeze is a sign of Fall
Fall is here ever speak
And brittle leaves lie in heaps
The country lane is full of leaves
Which dance and twirl in the breeze
The trees on either side
Make it seem so very wide
This path was walked by many tired feet
In the coolness and the heat
Lots of leaves piled everywhere
And the strong smell of sweet woodsmoke in the air
This is one of my favourite Seasons
And perhaps you've caught the reason
Because. . . It's so beautiful
This time when Fairies sit upon toad stools
They laugh at the window
And cry with the snow
Their cheeks of warmth a glow
In the rain and in the snow
This is why I love Fall the best
When Autumn wears it's pretty vest!

*~Marian~