Fall Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-FALL-

As I stepped outside this morning
A coolness nipped at my cheeks
Making them sting as I tried to
Warm them with my hands.

I looked up to see the leaves changing
Colors and dancing in the wind
Only to fall into piles on the ground
making mounds of yellows and browns.

Our beautiful warm summer is
coming to an end, and Fall
is enveloping us into a cool crispness
that shouts of a warm fire and
a cup of hot chocolate.

Snuggling down under a crochet throw
and dreaming of sugar plums
and angels that will soon decorate
our tree, in celebration of Your birth.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©2006