A Poem For Autumn
The time when the leaves change Leads to the ever-known exchange. The sun for the rain A smile for disdain For the heat never quite reaches it's peak Before the autumn turns up to speak It gets colder and colder As the sun disappears over a shoulder And yet the smiles still come As we hope that summer isn't done The hopeful glances As we take all sorts of different chances A coat or an umbrella? Will we be back before dark, like Cinderella? The sun disappears quicker than ever And we expect to see it again sooner than never But this poem isn't a bashing of autumn And autumn doesn't mean we hit rock bottom But the sun going away has a sort of depression That brings out so many different types of questions Until we remember Halloween The fun parties, costumes and unseen dreams The fires lit and hot chocolates drunk As Autumn slowly ends, chunk by chunk It feels like Autumn is...