Autumn

Autumn, she is calling,
as red leaves come out to play.
Chill in the air,
frost on the ground.
A new season on it's way

A delightful spriteful wonderland,
wind blowing from the north.
Acoustic notes
from old guitars,
arrive upon my door.

It's the Fall invitation,
and change is taking place.

Whimsical paths
meet ivy towers,
all at nature's pace.

Autumn, she is calling

on this misty saturday.

I'll grab my coat,

and boots and scarf,

I'm coming out to play.