F ire on horizon this time of year,
A utumn ushers in winter’s sear.
L ight slowly fades a bit each day,
L ess time now for outdoor play.
F loods of colour on the trees,
O ccur before the big freeze.
L eaves scatter as rain falls,
I t’s our warning - winter calls.
A maple leaf gives the best show,
G olds, reds, orange all aglow.
E njoyed by all - a Thanksgiving.
Written August 27, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest