I LOVE FALL, Y’ALL

I guess we call it “Fall” because leaves trickle down,
And I suppose that makes a lot of sense.
But, somehow, I think “Autumn” has a better sound — 
More positive — when lovely things commence.

For me, it is the crowning season of the year,
And supersedes even winter holidays.
I get a happy feeling as it’s drawing near,
And yearn for it to make a longer stay.

The brilliant golds and reds and oranges bursting free
Against a sky pellucid, yet true blue.
Carpets made of crunchy leaves beneath the trees:
A happy crunch — but extra work it’s true.

Bonfires’ unique scents that drifts along the air;
Families roasting hot dogs, smashing smores;
Digging out the sweatshirts we can’t wait to wear;
Shopping at the farmer’s market stores.

Squash, tomatoes, apples, pumpkins, corn on cob,
Chrysanthemums so big they seem unreal.
The work of harvest overtakes all other jobs,
And nature’s blessing our good effort seals.

I just can’t get enough of that crisp Autumn air,
Or the quiet that seems to rest on everything.
Even Autumn rains fall with quiet care,
And something in my heart can’t help but sing.

If I could have my way, Autumn would rule the year.
I’d keep one month for Winter’s cleansing touch.
I’d give one month to Spring and Summer with good cheer.
But all the rest to the Autumn I love so much!

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