The chill is creeping in
The cycle begins as dew turns into frost
The end of an era of insect cacophony
The pleasure of dawn delays until all arise.
Arise gourds its time for your harvest
Arise cobs, your stems shall become a maze
Arise wool, sweaters season is upon us
Arise flames, fireplace shall come alive.
Alive as the maple bugs crawling on walls
Alive as the rain forest in the first whiff of autumn
Alive as the newborn baby Bat-eared Fox.
Alive as the leaves falling and dancing still.
Still, the warmth plays peek a boo
Still, the sun dances at noon peaks denying
Still flip flops are exchanged for boots
Still, all will smile and sway to fall melodies