#388 Autumn Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The summer sun is waning on,
A chill blows through the night.
An annual phenomenon
Causes the season's flight.

The leaves are changing on the trees,
The flings have all been flung.
Goodbye triple digit degrees,
Hello pumpkin on my tongue.

Halloween frolics in the air,
The harvest moon hangs low.
Decorations light up the square,
Ghosts and goblins now glow.

The kids wear masks and run around,
Pirates and witches prowl.
Voices long gone break from the ground,
While werewolves hunt and howl.

This season is special to me,
I've opened a new door.
I have turned thirty recently
And here's to thirty more.