A Poem I Wrote

FALL

The warm summer mornings
And the cool, quiet nights,
Turn to hot chocolate hoardings
And cold weather frights.

The trees of all colors
Start shedding their leaves,
Get out all the rakes
And grab leaves by the heaves.

You wake in the morning
To frost coated grounds,
And arrow shaped bird groups
All proclaiming "Fly South!"

That time of the year
Is almost here,
The spectacular season of fall.