FALL IN ALL IT’S GLORY.

Fall in all it’s glory seems much better than before,
Blue sky and warm weather, meet you at the door,
To stay indoors would be a crime, on these days
When the colours are so vivid and the sun stays
To brighten up each passing day with free gifts,
Treasures can be ours, as our wandering feet sifts
Through leaves of every hue, each migrating bird
Sings a farewell song, then only the breeze is heard.
Just gaze around at the sight before our tired eyes,
Gather each scene, treasure each gift as a prize.
Then when the world is dark and dreary we will see
The coloured leaves and flowers, The blue sky will be
So close that the cold wind that blows will cease
At least in our minds, as we remember fall’s peace.

M Ann Margetson © October 16, 2000
2000/Fallinall