The Season Of Fall Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The trees have started to cover the ground, with their leaves,
some falling fast, while others, just float away, in the breeze.

the squirrel's are gathering nuts, and hiding them in the ground,
as the birds fly together, on their winter journey,
as they travel, southbound.

The annual plants, are dropping all their seeds, to the ground,
there they wait to germinate, when the warmer weather,
comes back to town.

The sunlight hours, are growing shorter, everyday,
as the warm air, is changing to a cool wind,
starting to blow our way,

Through the bare tree's, you can see the other side of town,
as I look out my window, a few good signs,
that winter will soon be coming around.



Tom Maxwell copyright 10/29/2003