Monday, October 19, 2015
Autumn is in the air
All the year I wait for this,
The autum air and chill;
A joyful time I hate to miss,
The fall just fits my bill.
Pumpkins, squash and gourds abound,
With fodder shocks and pears;
And apple cider to go around,
For anyone who cares.
A pot of chili, a crackling fire,
The harvest moon hangs low;
The damp rainy days can make you tire,
With thoughts and dreams of snow.
It only last a very short time,
I cherish each passing day;
Through leaves and other garden grime,
Wishing it would stay.