Autumn

The crisp sound of the leaves,
crunching beneath my feet.
The taste of apple cider,
and the smell of pumpkin pie.

The warm colors of the leaves,
surviving even the coldest of nights.
The radiant hues,
of yellows, oranges, and reds.

The weather, ever-changing,
just like the leaves.
The warm days,
changing to cold nights.

The call of old man winter,
just around the corner.
Saying goodbye to summer,
far behind.