Fall is in the air, I can feel it,
Cool and breezy winds are here,
The summer's sun is getting lower,
and autumn's color is very near.
The warmer clothes are chosen,
The sweatshirts magically appear,
Halloween is right around the corner,
Stars at night are plentiful and clear.
There is more quickness in the step,
A hurriedness that was not there before,
The days are getting just a little shorter,
and you are on the go as you are out the door.
The holidays are fast approaching,
and the turkey and old Santa's
just around the bend;
These are the days that fly on by,
and we think that they, will never end.
Fall is in the air, I can sense it,
The morning's crisp and elegant,
We wish that we could bottle it forever,
Instead of wondering, just where it went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fall is my season. I appreciate your tribute here. But already it is leaving us too fast..(smile)