Autumn is the colour of brown, orange and reds,
Animals turn in for hibernation, and settle into beds.
Leaves crunching under foot, as you walk in the park.
Nights begin to draw in, light transforms to dark.
As we wrap up for winter, and we leave autumn behind,
The changing of the seasons, what comes to mind?
As the wind swirls around, leaves begin to fall,
As we layer up for winter, Jack Frost begins to call.
A nip in the air, my body becomes numb,
Feeling the need to warm up, I take a little run.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
