From green to gold leaves are turning
From Summer to Fall seasons changing
From haze to blue the sky is yearning.

From feeding flowers to raking leaves
From playing in water to playing be fire
From green to red leaves are turning.

Now is the time for harvesting
Now is the time for pumpking carving
Now is the time for Thanksgiving
Now green to orange leaves are turning.

I sit at my desk
My soul feels pinched and confined
There is too much to do
And not enough time

My feet walk away from me
My brain is still inside
And then… fall recalls me

Scents of warmth and spice
Fill my senses and
Cleanse the mind

Thoughts that cloud my mind
Are swept away
A red leaf whirling on the breeze

Swooshing feet
Through red and yellow and brown’s

Summer has come to a close
The air is cool and dry,
The fields are golden
The leaves are turning red.
Fall has come.

Sheaves of grain stacked
In neat rows scatter the field.
Men, women and children
Harves the succulent wheat.
Fall has come.

Hearts gladden at the full harvest.
Birds fly south to warmer homes
Summer and its memories are gone,
Fall is here, with many to make.