Its Fall... Poem by Morgan Evans

fall..
as i see roses fall
in the distance,
i know its comming.
The green grass,
is turning colours.
leaves are turning
the colors of fall.
its time we can start
cuddling by the warm
crackling fire once more.
watching the leaves dance
off the trees,
captured by the chilling wind.
put your hand on the
glass window,
and your hand print will
stay.
wearing your favorite
jacket.
looking out at the early
sunset.
Fall can be a georgious
season to me!