Autumn

Autumn leaves falling down,
changing colors till they’re brown.

Green, yellow, orange, and red,
the bare trees look dead.

I have to spend a while
raking leaves into a pile.

The kids go back to schools
and must obey all the rules.

The skies look dark and grey;
it’s getting colder every day.

The plants all seem to have died,
and I just want to stay inside.

More new TV shows to see,
but few really appeal to me.

Many live for football,
which arrives before the fall.

Watching games through every quarter,
being an athletic supporter.

Some fans are never tiring
of watching the gridiron.

The baseball pundits have their theories
of which team will take the series.

There is much to be seen
when the time comes for Halloween.

Hay rides for city bumpkins,
carving faces on the pumpkins.

Not cold nor hot weather,
just right to walk together.

Great for hiking in the park,
lights go on when it’s dark.

November is known for Thanksgiving,
meeting people and good living.

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David Sowards is a poet, singer, songwriter, guitarist, pianist, novelist, short story writer, local TV show host, screenwriter, playwright, painter, cartoonist, graphic novelist, stand-up comedian, magician, comic strip artist, and other creative professional.