Thunk, thunk.
The apples hit the ground.
It is fall,
The harvest time.
End of season
for a reason
winters coming
cold and dark
So get your fill
Of the meadow lark
Songs of all birds soon gone.
berries and pies
Fruits abound
Orange yellow and red trees
Branches dancing around
Crisp mornings
Cold nights
Warm sunny midday’s a delight.
A season of joy
To fill your soul.
Sock up now on
Wood, hay and coal?
diamonds and gold?
Or food for your souls?
Falls harvest time
Decisions abound.
Enjoy to your fill