Fall

It comes in softly like a gentle whisper

The temperature gradually changes

The blanket of light's time over us

Dwindles like the sands of an hour glass

The colors of the leaves change and change some more

From the greenest of green on the eve of the season

To the most brilliant reds, pinks, oranges and yellows

Until they fall and clutter every yard, lawn and front door

While the day grows shorter and the night longer

New and different holidays grow from the darkness

Ghouls, ghosts and goblins crowd the streets of every city

Yelling Trick or Treat in every state in our land of fifty

The official color of the season grew to be orange

Brought about by the Jack O' Lantern who's legend

From our past grew from a gourd to a glowing pumpkin at long last

Helping poor old Jack's soul on it's unfortunate long way past

More grains from the our glass fall and each day

Gets a little shorter still and the nights a little bit longer 

The leaves get raked, piled up, jumped in, cluttered

Raked again, piled up again and bagged up finally

New holidays sail in from across the ocean

Bringing new settlers from our past who met with

The local Indians and for a time worked hand in hand

In their day to day survival in our then young, wild land

This became a celebration of heart warming and homecoming

In this holiday we get to see long lost family and friends

With tables full of turkey, stuffing, corn, cranberry saue, ham

Home made bread, Salad, sweet potatoes and delicious desserts

This is a season of change, challenge and costumed kids

A season of constant color change and revitalizing reflection 

A season for the takeoff of teaching, tenacious studying and being thankful

This is the Fall going out like a cold lion, the season when I was born

This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.