Fall

The smell of the wet earth,

The chill in the air,

The crunch of the leaves,

Fall is here.

                                 

 Burnt Orange and Brown,

Pumpkins and Scarecrows,

Hot apple cider,

Whip cream on my nose.

 Memories of cold rain,

 One candy filled night,

Excitement and wonder,

It just feels right.

Anticipating carols and lights,

Of snow and snowmen,

The time is coming,

When we celebrate Him.

I love this time of year,

It means Thanksgiving,

Laughter, family, food,

Loving and living.

Original Poem by: Missy Kolander

Illustration by: Missy Kolander

Photo: unknown