'Fall' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Brisk, chilly air brings in a whole different feel,
I've never seen so many shades of grey.
Retreat from the shore to begin climbing hills,
finding new ways of facing the days.

The leaves all abound though they are finding the ground,
so my dad makes me break out the rake.
The days are so short when the suns not around,
many days it's so hard to wake.

Halloween gives scares, Thanksgiving less cares,
and Santa's almost on his way.
Winter is near so the trees become bare,
I hope I can make it to May.

The mountains pass by, as the family laughs nigh, and the leaves turn ooh's into ahh's.
This is the time of the year, we need to be near, so we take time and pause for the cause.