The summer it leaves us
like the changing tide
and the wind changes course
as autumn arrives
Trees change their colour
from pallets of spring
and warm shades of autumn
to the eye they bring
As Mother nature turns leaves
from green to warm brown
Hibernating animals
begin to bed down
As Autumn paints pallet of leaves all around
Walkers feet all make a sound
as they meet with the carpet
of leaves on the ground
The skies seem much redder
and it quickens the night
as the darkness gets quicker
and the moon seems more bright
Colours of green disappear till its fate
and Winter waits for the snow
Mercury falls, and squirrels hibernate
as the birds to warmer climbs they go
Autumn’s upon us – time has moved on
Winter is coming – the summer has gone
The Inkwell 