Autumn

There's a coolness now

Plants and flowers wither and bend

But the leaves come alive

If only for a moment in time.

The city is covered

In a blanket of reds, yellows and oranges

People shake out sweaters, jackets and pants

That have been in darkness all season.

These items are now welcomed

And are quickly put on

By bodies craving warmth

The warmth that they have become accustomed to.

Pumpkins are harvested

Before the cold does any damaged

These orange delights used for pies or decor

Comical and frightful faces are carved into them.

Mother Nature has yet again turned her mystical dial-

It's Autumn.

photo and poem by Melissa Richardson