Autumn’s Song
by Kelly F. Barr

My feet crunch through the fallen leaves
As my eyes marvel at the colors of those clinging yet.
My hair blows softly in the gentle breeze
And the sky turns red and orange as the sun begins to set.

I love the air so fresh and crisp;
The taste of fresh pumpkin and apple treats.
From out of a neighbor’s chimney escapes a wisp.
Autumn gives my heart pleasure beats.