The winds blowing through the trees,
The leaves now giving their repost.
Remembering now the fire’s roast,
The gentle coolness of the breeze.
The sunlight’s warmth begins to tease,
As if to stop the cool air’s boast.
These are the days I love the most,
The days of fall that start to please.
The flower petals dance,
In the slightly chilling air,
The leaves so lightly prance.
The time we’re unaware,
Of the summer’s heat and trial,
By the fall air’s cool beguile.