Autumn arrives with a blast of cold air
On our arms and face.
Soon the warmth of summer will go,
Leaving hardly a trace.
Magical days of baseball games
And eating steak on the grill
Fade in the hallways of memory
When fierce comes the chill
Of Autumn winds rattling the trees
And turning green leaves to color,
Rich hues of red, orange, and gold,
That end up raked in a cluster.
A walk in the trees in Fall,
Reminds us life can change.
With every day that passes,
Something gets rearranged.