Anything But Routine
Autumn begins with a September chill:
as Jack Frost colors canopies of green.
And you'll no longer require your sunscreen:
although Summer's waning warmth lingers still.
Gold, scarlet, and orange, dapple the trees;
juxtaposed by scarecrows in muddy fields.
And the chrysanthemums my garden yields
attract the last few butterflies and bees.
Excited children jump into leaf piles:
the Fall air, ringing with laughter and joy.
For it's more fun than playing with a toy:
evident by the ubiquitous smiles.
October is cause for celebration:
giving thanks for the bounty of the land.
And its pageant of colored leaves looks grand:
a tribute to Autumn’s transformation.
October ends its reign on Halloween:
when kids in costume ask strangers for treats.
And with carved pumpkins and ghosts cut from sheets:
Halloween is anything but routine.
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