Breeze whistling through
My sleeves
Sending chills up
My spine
Bringing a warm
Smile
Upon my face
Transporting me to
A time
Not too long ago
Where leaves of
Golden color
Gaily spun in
A whirlwind of
Flashy clothing
Leaving behind
An aroma of
Woody smoke
And a reminder
For some
Apple cider tea

Fall is drawing near
Oranges and bronze appearing
Time again for change

When I feel lonely
The moonsomehow
lights my way
The sun trades places

Evening is winding down
Hues of pale blue
Beginning to turn
Dark blueberry jam
In the evening sky
Birds are starting
To head home
Looking for comfort
In their warm nest
Children coming inside
Ready or not
For a warm bath
Last minute bedtime
Stories being told
Prayers said lights dimmed
Goodnight kisses
Well wishes
Now I lay me
Down to sleep

A little boy
Runs to
I run  from

Such a lovely
Peaceful time
The sun waking
From night's travel
Birds singing
Morning's song
Squirrels scampering
About
Fresh smells of
Neighbors breakfast
Time to grab paper
And pen
And write

Oh how a child
Can teach us
To grow up