Autumns Calling Poem by Rhonda Baker

S L O W L Y the sun rises over the sleepy frosted ground
The sun stretches towards Heaven, all Amber and round
The sky is somber orange, rising to Sky Blue
Wisp of clouds are floating across this humble view
The coldness keeps the animals all snuggled in their nests
Waiting for the warmth to come before they break their rest
As the morning grows older, the birds take to flight
The deer must find some bedding, till the cover of the night
One more cup of coffee before I start my day
The Autumn winds are calling, won't you come and play?