Autumn is nearly here;
I can feel it, I can smell it.
The fall of leafs dropping to the ground;
Some make it while others are carried off on a cinnamon-scented breeze, making a soft swooshing sound.
The grey of the leaf covered sidewalks no longer visible;
Their glorious hues of yellow, orange and red are joyfully admissible.
Walking through the foliage with pumpkin spiced latte in hand;
Taking an excited look at the myriad harvest festival stands.
Mist shrouded graveyards and fields are a sight to behold;
Full of tales of hauntings and strange happenings is what I've been told.
The dark nights and harvest moon filled sky;
The smoke from a bonfire undulating high.
A cold crisp wind that chills me to the bone;
I wrap up warm as I walk among gravestones.
Pumpkin pie wafting throughout the air;
Trick-or-treaters a lurking I see a skeleton glare.
Will-o'-the-Wisp seen by weary travellers at night;
Costumed adults and children run amok causing frights!
Scares and thrills in corn field mazes;
As I partake in apple bobbing I see those witches' gazes.
Bags and buckets full of treats bursting at the seams;
Screams from a nearby haunted hayride pierce children's dreams.
Harvest feasts and monster movies;
Sweaters, log fires and terrifying stories.
Jack-o'-Lanterns frightfully carved in windows they lay;
Keeping the folkloric legend of Stingy Jack at bay.
For it is the season which encompasses All Hallows' Eve;
Tales of ghouls and goblins are to be believed.
Autumn is here;
I feel it, I smell it.
