Autumn is my favorite time of year,
Temperatures cool; air crisp and clear.
Cup of coffee in hand; crackling fire in the stove,
The last leaves have fallen; a cool breeze starts to blow.
Skies are overcast; the chill is in the air,
Chest tight with anxiety; Winter’s almost here.
A flake or two on a gentle wind is how it comes to start,
Something about the first snows that really warms the heart.
Your mind is at bay; all yard work complete,
Now comes the season for cocoa, fires, and family.
Green grass turning white; children race for the door,
Build snowmen and sled until fingers are cold and sore.
Snow getting deeper; getting colder is the air,
Night becoming longer; more than some can bear.
Starry nights of sparkling beauty; Auroras of all colors paint the canvas,
Low morning sun over snow covered hills casts a hazy, purple abyss.
But for now; the blanket getting thicker with every floating flake,
Winter has come and is here to stay; there is no mistake.
As I stand here with my coffee, by the fire, there is very little doubt,
The farther North you go, the faster Winter comes…………
And Fall has fallen South.


Jim G. Wilson
10/9/07