A change of season is drawing near.
Scented hay perfumes the air.
Green grass slowly turns to brown.
Fallen leaf's canvas the ground.
Sly old blackbirds have made a return.
Bluebirds fly south for tropical fun.
Warm summer skies now turn grey.
Long casting shadows dance and play.
A chill decends from some other place.
Chapped lips on a shivering face.
Unpack your coat and longer wear.
Find those gloves and make a pair.
Take a slow walk and breathe it all in.
Walk with a loved one or maybe a friend.
It's here for a bit and it won't stay long.
Now your ready for Autumn's Song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem