Dance of Fall: An Autumn Poem

The trees slowly, magically undress.

Casting their used leaves away, careless.

They are blowing wild and free.

Their blazing colors delight me.

Caught in a waltz of the wind.

The dance of fall does begin.

A crisp and nipping breeze.

It does come blowing.

I move involuntarily to the beat.

To the rhythm of the seasons changing.

Dressing warmly.

Laughing, adapting.

Listening to the music of raking.

Smelling the sweet scent of pumpkin pie baking.

A caramel apple Halloween dream finds me.

Yet to come, Thanksgiving.

I give a humble bow.

Paying homage to autumn's orangy brown fine crown.

I step in time to it all.

The dance of fall.

Thank you for enjoying and reading my fall poem. Happy fall to all!