I caught a glimpse of the fading light
The last bit of color from a fall’s delight
The pale blue horizon and lackluster sky
As the last lonely leaves fall before my eyes.
What will I miss most of autumn’s retreat?
Will it be the sound of crackling leaves beneath my feet?
Or the whimsical tapestry of yellow, orange and red
That will be left behind when the leaves are all dead.
Will it be the sound of the birds singing a sweet lullaby?
Or the fresh scent of the air on a warm September night?
The gray and red squirrels frantically scrambling away
To bury their acorns for a cold winter’s day.
As the days become shorter and darker too soon
I will hold within my memory all those hot days in June
Keeping happy thoughts of renewal inside my heart
and before I know it Spring will start.