As I sit there on the window sill
looking into the cool crisp air,
the first handsome leaf
falls from a tree above,
with that as a sign,
I sigh to myself that
autumn is near.
Several others start to fall
too many to count,
the wind blows loudly
with the sun shining bright,
and rustles the already fallen leaves
into leaf talk.
The color in the sky
turns a magical pink,
making the leaves look glamorous.
Do you ever wonder why leaves fall,
How do they know when it's time?
It's spookishly dark now,
the leaves have become almost invisible.
Tomorrow will be a new day
and the old ones will be gone.
New leaves will fall from those
rustling trees,
soon they will be bare,
and the bitter cold will
be among us.
