As the days are winding down,
Summer green is turning brown,
Though shorter now is it’s light,
Still the sun shines just as bright.
Birds are calling to and fro,
Saying, now it’s time to go,
We have felt that touch of frost,
And soon the leaves will be lost.
First will come that big display,
Of colors bright every day,
Brightest yellow, some of gold,
Orange and red, all so bold.
Then come clouds with wind and rain,
Which makes the trees bare again,
Now the shorter days are here,
But still the sun spreads it’s cheer!
©2020 Steve McLeod.