Poem

Autumn is here,

September days turn to October nights

Green leaves turn yellow, red and orange

 then descend from the trees to the ground

Crumpled and broken, floating with the wind

Stepped on and crunched under each step

Down the road theres a little pumpkin patch

Orange specks against the green

Smooth, yellowed. Plump and round

Usually overlooked but not by me

Peace found and such a beauty

This is my favorite time of year