Autumn is the time of year
when changes start to happen here.
The days grow short. It's cold outside.
The birds fly south. The squirrels hide.
The leaves fall off of all the trees.
The garden pond begins to freeze.
Another summer's left behind.
It's winter soon, but I don't mind.
For autumn is the time when I
begin to dream of pumpkin pie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem