Autumn

As I sit on the porch,
Watching the sun
go down,
I see a flock of geese,
pass by.

I feel,
the wind
picking up.
I get a shiver,
down my spine.

The colorful leaves,
start to russel.
As autumn
is coming,
to an end.

Winter will soon,
arrive
and the warmer,
Air of fall will
Disapear.

The geese
will soon fly south.
and snow,
will start to fall.
I stand up,
and walk,
Inside.