Coco

As fall comes

Summer is done

Geese fly by

High in the sky

The leaves fall down

They all turn brown

But as everything dies

It will come back alive

When spring

Begins

To sing

Flying geese, warm teas.

Leaves float along the cool breeze.

I love you, autumn.

It’s here-

Prepared or not, the time has come.

The apples tumble from trees

And land in the grass

That’s wet from fall rain.

The leaves float through the breeze,

We watch through the glass.