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.

        -d.f.a.v. 11/11/12

Enjoy your fall season!

–Faye