When the Leaves Begin to Fall

Gone are the long days of summer fun, 

Once, but certainly not for all. 

Still shines the bright old and faithful sun

On this new season we call fall.

There is a crisp snap in the cold air.

The scented candles are now lit.

The squawk of birds is not at all rare, 

When flying South they do not quit.

The loft is a special place right now. 

It is nice and cute and cozy. 

There are twinkle lights and somehow

They make cold seem warm and rosy.

Dropped acorns crunch beneath my feet 

As I walk across the backyard. 

Leaves of cardinal, pumpkin, and wheat

Could decorate a lovely card.

Endless the activities now are; 

Feeling the thwang of our bowstrings, 

Tromping through the woods as we go quite far,

Pretending pioneers and things.

Hot cocoa we drink from teacups fine.

Pumpkin muffins taste wonderful. 

Patterned leggings you know are mine, 

My drawer of them is bursting full.

Piles of leaves are scattered about 

To be burned in cheery firelight,

Or put on the trampoline. Without 

Hose's rain, the leaves are a delight.

Perfectionists' school takes a long time, 

But when I am done, art and words, 

Perhaps a nice sketch and a rhyme,

Are inspired by fall in herds. 

Though fall may be different for another, 

The leaves still show second chances, 

Because they fall, they can start over. 

God shows mercy, the Bible says.

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