Autumn's picturesque arrival
Is a colorful array
Of red and gold and orange,
In flamboyant, rich display.
Autumn days are shorter;
The nights are getting cool;
Geese fly south in flocks,
As kids go back to school.

Winter still is dreaming
Of snow and icicles,
As we put away our swimsuits,
Our boats and bicycles.

Wisps of smoke from chimneys
Tell of cozy, crackling fires;
Fall is being born,
As summer now retires.

By Joanna Fuchs