Autumn

Autumn comes with a nip in the air

A sign it will get louder itself to declare

Frosting our gardens with its icy fingers

This whitening will last longer as it stays and lingers

Days get shorter and nights get longer

The sun has lost his edge and no longer stronger

Fruit on trees must be picked and stored

Otherwise Jack Frost will rot the hoard

Leaves on trees turning red, russet and yellow

All as they all turn to rest and mellow

Spider’s webs sparkle in the early morning sun

Like diamonds they glisten, shine and run

Flowers shrivel and slowly fade

Autumn has arrived to ultimately raid