Summertime is waning;
Fall is on the way.
You can feel it in the cool night air
And the shortness of the day.
Fall is a special season;
The leaves come tumbling down.
You see them dancing on the wind,
Maroon and gold and brown.
Pumpkins ripening in the fields;
Cornstalks brown and dry.
It won't be much longer
Until the geese begin to fly.
Apples are almost ready to pick;
It is the harvest time;
For making apple butter
And turning berries into wine.
Enjoy the final days of sun;
Soon to disappear;
Replaced by a mantle of white.
Winter now is near.
Toni Britton
August, 2001
Visit Toni's website, The Calico Girls
