Poem

                                                          AUTUMN 

The days are getting shorter, 
And the nights are longer
The beaches are closed 
No more sprinklers open on those hot, hot days
The children are in school
It's also football season!

The November winds chill my bones
Slumber comes to the bear and the groundhog
The landscape transforms from lush green
To an orange, red, and yellow collage
Squirrels scurry about gathering acorns
For the long winter ahead.

I look up and see geese flying south to warmer climes
I give thanks for the bountiful harvest
As the quiet settles in, I listen to the leafless trees
Whisper in the wind, 'Take your rest!'