Each year autumn rolls around, the leaves all fall to the ground

The sun is still alive, just weaker now

The swimming of kids left without a sound

No more need to wipe the sweat off my brow

Nature’s pallet painting all of the trees

All of the leave crunching under my new boots

Waiting for winter, and a bitter breeze

Saying goodbye to the fresh, juicy fruits

Not to fear, there are lots of crisp apples

And tons of great pumpkins; mini and large

Thanksgiving: a tasty feast with samples

This time of year, the ghosts and ghouls are in charge

Autumn will always be the best season

There won’t be too much snow with my knees in