I felt a chill and knew it’d come
he doth snuck in through the night
on glided rain through corn stalks stealth
a new feel to this dawn light.
Coloring as he made his way
green beans wave an aspen gold
birds sing brightly from pine perches
prepare for winter untold.
Vast pumpkin leaves unfold with grace
the harvest a blessed sight
glinted orange orbs of autumn hide
peering out to children’s delight.
Summer sun will still dance about
her familiar warmth a treat
but in the evening’s autumn mist
fall moves o’er farms on painted feet.
