Fall

The past two or three days have felt much more fall-like than the week before that. Fall is my favorite time of year. So here is a little corny poem I am just now going to come up with...

Leaves fall like snowflakes slowly through the air

The breeze gets cooler

Trees become bare

Before grass turns brown 

And there's frost on the windows

There's a beautiful array of colors that covers the town

Red, orange, and yellow

All around us on the trees

Campfires flicker as I roast a marshmallow

Football games and bonfires

Homework of course

Little children playing on swings made of tires

No more tan skin 

No more hot sun

Just heat of a fire and a sweatshirt from him 

Teenagers choose a homecoming date 

Kids pick out Halloween costumes

After Thanksgiving adults try to lose weight

Smells of cinnamon flow through the house

Corn on the cob

Crumbs that attract another mouse

There's some dreadful reason

That winter comes next

But fall is still my favorite season.