Autumn

The autumn equinox is here.    

The harvest moon is rising,

From high above the amber fields

To the ploughshare she is shining.

Colored leaves from maple trees

Go sailing toward the ground,

A splash of color everywhere,

A soft and gentle sound.

The pumpkin patch is full,

Halloween brings the treats.

Kids in funky costumes,

Dancing through the streets.

The year is almost over

When the season sadly ends,

So gather ‘round the table —

The spirit of the holidays begins.