Autumn

When the leaves fall and I hear the sound,

I walk above the crunchy ground,

Church bells ring as thanksgiving awaits,

I think to myself what is there to hate?

I pick the apples from the tree so high,

And watch the kids run where the playset lies.

The crisp autumn breeze, so cold and fright,

I see my own breath in the dark of night

The cold air carries the scent of pine,

Pumpkin pie, sweet and fine,

The moon glows through the night,

Days get short and the moon glows bright

As the soccer season ends I find myself bored,

But when it all settles in I will always score,

The time goes by fast, as it always has,

But it’s different now because it didn’t last