Autumn’s flocking, trumpeting, migrating geese,
Signaling the finale’ of the season’s powerful masterpiece.
Shadows stretch out in the late afternoon,
Announcing winter is coming soon.
Days grow shorter while colors explode,
Every tree, each bush, hitting the perfect note.
Grasses cease to grow, taking a dramatic pause,
Allowing rest for landscapers to enjoy the applause.
Farmers rejoice to see bounty from their labor,
A successful harvest for all to savor.
Reaping what was sown so many days before,
Fruits and vegetables, beans and corn.
The harmony of sun and rain,
Has brought us to this joyous refrain.
So much to be thankful for,
Enough for all and even more.
Soft golden sunsets emblazon the skies,
Gentle warm days and crisp cool nights.
This is Autumn’s song of praise,
A standing ovation that lasts for days