Autumn

The sight of the first leaf's fall.. And I know it all. Autumn has come I know its time to run, play, hop with glee For Autumn isn’t my enemy. Some may hate my prankster friend with her mess and coming of cold, But no, not I! I love her bold and messy ways. I love when she makes the trees wave. I love the piles of leaves that liter my hair making me into a bird's loving home. She drys the summer’s sweat with her crisp, cool air. She lets me dress in crimson, brown, and sunshine garbs. She constantly mocks the long-headed stooge. Oh, Autumn you bring with you joyful rain And the promise of new life. You wake my inner child. Until we meet again my dear friend.