Summer's passed already,
October’s nearing the end.
Trees are gently balding-
Leaves riding the wind.
On the great “fall” canvas,
Colors begin to change—
From plush green to red,
Yellow, brown and orange.
The sun will soon hide
As the chill settles in.
Then the cold will roar—
Nipping at the chin.
Unpack the boots and scarves,
The sweaters and the tights;
Prepare to “settle in”
For some long wintry nights.
© 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poetic picture of fall. Read mine - In Season - Adeline