The Beauty Of Autumn

Autumn is my favorite time of the year,
When leaves are turning red and gold,
My eyes can't seem to grasp,
The beauty they behold.

I love the crisp cool air,
So refreshing and so clean,
After the hot Summer days,
They were so long it seemed.

We have the holidays to look forward to,
With all our family and friends.
The starting of a new Season,
That seems to never end.

There’s Halloween with costumes and games,
And cookouts on the grill,
It’s cool enough to play till dark,
Until the air begins to chill.

We decorate with all the pumpkins,
And all else we picked at harvest.
We’ve all been busy as can be,
We’ve worked our very hardest.

We want this year to be remembered,
As the most beautiful by far,
As we sit by the fireplace this Winter,
Just enjoying the glowing fire.

Time has a way of just slipping by,
So be thankful for each day,
As you walk across the pastures,
Take notice of the smell of fresh cut hay.

I remember water melon picking time,
How good it was to see,
That first ripe watermelon,
Was like heaven to me.

Daddy would pick some,
And roll them under the bed,
And they would stay so nice and cool,
One of the best things I ever had.

One of our favorites for Thanksgiving,
Was a big old pumpkin pie.
I think that was the thing that mostly,
Caught my Daddy’s eye.

It just seems that Autumn,
Is just full of good sweet things,
Like apples and pears wrapped in paper,
That lasted months it seemed.

My Mother worked so hard,
You’d think she’d have to stop,
But she enjoyed the things she did,
She canned an awful lot.

When I see the displays of pumpkins,
So big and orange and nice,
The apples and pears on the trees,
So juicy and so ripe.

It’s nice to pick your own off the tree,
They 're so much fun to take.
Their leaves will be falling soon,
Then the leaves we’ll have to rake.

There isn’t anything we don’t like,
It’s all fun though this time of year,
We’ll be looking to the time of Christmas,
And to all the Christmas cheer.

Then comes New Year's Day,
Celebrated with fireworks and parties,
A time to make new friends and start anew,
And show the world, where our heart is.

Faye Reyenga © 9/18/2008
freyenga@arkansas.net