Fall Has Arrived

Fall has finally returned

From a 

Long

Long 

Trip.

She arrives at our doors

Her hair turning burnt red

A crisp breeze moves the leaves

That cover her head.

She arrives at our doors

The sound of her talking

Geese flying by

Excitedly squawking.

She arrives at our doors

With gifts in her hands

Apples, pinecones, and pumpkins

Cover our lands. 

She arrives at our doors

And shares a radiant smile

Delicate afternoon light

That only lasts for a while.

She arrives at our doors

Sometimes softly crying

Yet the rain that she pours

Is beautiful, there’s no denying.

When she leaves our doors

The trees cold and bare

We can’t help but feel hopeful

For the next time she’ll be there.