The last rose shivers on rose bush row
Ivy green clings bravely to the vine
The newborn tippity-tap of babies toes
Are now the sure footed steps of the grown.
The swallows flew south this morning
The Canadian geese pass overhead
Animals who burrow in tree and ground
Are lining nests and making their beds.
Lacy canopies of russet and gold
Line the bridle paths winding below
Leaves dance in breeze blown cold
Twirling, swirling red, gold and orange.
Sunrise glitters on frosted ground
Fall in the South shows off so well
Like lovely ladies determined to impress
Though sundown brings a deeper chill.
Mums hold aloft petaled heads
Pansies wink their purple eyes
Shrubbery stands erect in flower beds
Heralds that the summer’s done.
Stews and soups bubble on the stove
Families gather in their cozy lairs
In the orchards and the groves
Pickers pluck apple trees completely bare.
Hayrides delight the young and old
No better season of life I know
A time when the air seems so bold
Fall falls gracefully on my Southern home.
Enjoy your fall season!