Autumn Poem by Jon Yttri

Autumn is the sound of crickets.
The taste of cider, the touch of breeze.
Autumn is football tickets,
Broken rakes, rainbow trees.
Autumn is shiny schoolbooks,
Woolen sweaters, flannel shirts.
Autumn is father's toolbox,
Carmel apples, mother's pumpkin pie desserts.
Autumn is Halloween,
Oktoberfest, the World Series.
Autumn is the academic scene.
High school and college, science theories.
But autumn is an omen
Winter is approaching near.
Whether you're a man or woman
You'll survive it, never fear.