AUTUMN DELIGHT
One by one leaves drop, curl, and mix on the spot.
When left unattended, their bodies slowly rot.
Nature recycles them for purposes man forgot.
Ashes get poked and release wood smoke that furls,
twists and glides aloft to reside. Residual wisps curl,
stings eyes, produces tears and evokes emotions that whirl.
Crickets stridulate seeking mates then sneak inside to hibernate.
Night football games yield cheers, groans and rivalry debates.
Hot cider, sipped and swallowed helps the blood to circulate.
Hayrides get cozy while fingers and toes, turn numb.
Pumpkins get carved, cooked, smashed and become;
pies, cupcakes, cookies and bread, leaving trails of crumbs.
One morning early still and bright before the sun came into sight,
a clean white sheet of frost glazed the remains of night.
Folks start this day viewing an awesome autumn delight.
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