Autumn's Glory

Autumn breeze is blowing

Chill is in the air

Leaves are gently swirling

Scattered here and there.

People clad in jackets

Cider nice and hot

Wiener roast and campfire

Sure does hit the spot.

Football games on Fridays

Fans can now be found

Huddled round in blankets

Rivals come to town.

Wintertime is coming

Leaves are being shed

Lovely shades of yellow

Touch of crimson red.

Frost is on the pumpkin

Hunter with his gun

Days are growing shorter

Golden fields are spun.

God is quite the artist

Paints a canopy

Adds a splash of color

For everyone to see.