The dying sun and crisp air

cast an orange glow upon the trees

whose limbs turn bare,

as they come apart with the fall breeze.

Stores are now filled

with apple cider and cozy eats.

Autumn is here and summer is chilled.

Kids pick out their costumes for tricks and treats.

The fall season is nothing but magic

as we enjoy nature’s seasonal death.

Soon enough, we feel a winter so tragic

Full of barren trees and icy breath.

For, when winter comes, there will be no warmth at all

But, for now, bask in the glory of fall.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden