Autumn

An Autumn poem!

Autumn leaves fall slowly to the ground like brightly colored rain drops.
Covering the still green grass with a multi colored blanket for the coming cold.
Squirrels dart this way and that in the attempt to gather food for winter.
Get the rake, build up a pile of the dead for jumping in.  
Hurry cook a feast, bake some pies, fill the crisp air with wonderful scents.
Autumn is here, the evidence is clear and have some Thanksgiving cheer.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy!