Fall Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Beyond the light of summer
Beyond the growth of trees
Past the flowering daffodils
Away from Fuchsia seas

Awaits the season Fall
Dying leaves dying grass
Baby squirrels disappear
Into the burrows with nuts

Fall is brown leaves orange pumpkins
Fall is a barren see through clump of bare tree limbs
Fall is the whistle of the wind outside your window
Fall is the wheelchair before the patient is bedridden

Fall is the cold wind warning you that winter is coming
Fall is the time to prepare for something to die