Sunset roses say their final good-bye,
A trillion trees are waiting to amaze you,
And Leaf Peepers come in droves
To see burnt oranges, golden yellows, rich reds.
The blue-purple violet of twilight time,
And Harvest Moon hangs in a coldly brilliant sky,
Then silver cobwebs glisten in morning sun.
Later on, brown-white stubble covers farmers’ fields
As a fiery red fox trots for the grove of pines.
Bittersweet, the orange-yellow leaves let go,
Adding to their browning friends on our lawn.
Pumpkins decorate the porch and patio,
Dried and spray-painted gourds: red, blue, and yellow.
Then the masqueraders come in all sizes:
Witches, Fairy Princesses, Spiderman, Ghosts.
They shout, “Trick or treat!” and when it’s over,
We shiver and feel that Old Man Winter is coming.