Fall is Here

As time goes by,

I wait on Fall,

to me it's the most beautiful season of them all.

The temperature is at chill,

And the leaves are everywhere,

Windy on top of this hill.

The trees are bare,

Filled with a tint of gray,

It's good to stare.

The ground is cool beneath my feet,

I feel almost at ease,

With it all looking so neat.

You can smell what seems to be fresh hay,

Twas not,

But you plead for it to stay.

The water is softly glistening,

It seems as though you can taste its fine,refreshed,cool,and silky way,

Are you listening?

To the howling winds,

The hooting Mr. Owl,

The way he blends.

This is all too well to wish away,

I must spend as much time as possible,

For the season and feelings cannot stay