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.