The red and orange hue of trees so full,
Filling my imagination with life,
Gives the heartstrings of my soul a firm pull
And makes everything I’ve become more rife.

Cooler air flowing through the massive limbs
Gently fluttering the brilliant, crisp leaves
Fills my heart with loads of seasonal whims;
Stolen by the year’s reality thieves.

The sounds of flocks of Canadian geese
Flying overhead to a warmer home
Cause all ramblings in my head to cease;
Making my heart, only, free to roam.

She sheds her brilliant beauty only now,
Promising another seasonal vow.