The Unsurpassed Magic of Autumn

It's not just the colorful display by mother nature, With her painted trees, nor her whispy clouds, Escorting in the premier chills of this sweet time to be alive, Or the eye treat of our little dressed up trick-or-treaters, Nor just the first hint of comfortable sleeping weather, I somehow associate Autumn with a magic moon, Hanging in the sky, it's light dispelling all gloom, A sight that never failed to thrill me.... It's moonbeams passing though my windows, Enriching my bedroom...and all that I see... In Autumn, I'm always a child.... I time travel back... And the joy is more than wild, I remember how it meant, Christmas was coming soon, I'd take possession of the Speigel Catalogue, And walk in circles in the dining room, Dreaming of toys I wanted so bad... Staring at their pictures, the longing so sad... Then there was the outdoor fun, Of jumping in leaf piles, And Halloween traditions. Scary stories, Bobbing for apples, Cupcake parties in school, Anyone not excited, was some kind of fool... Yes, Autumn has always been, My favorite time of year, A time we all face, Our sub-conscious fear... But fear is an activator Of many fine things, We grow closer to our families, To protect us from harm... And at it's root core, Autumn has so much charm.