It's apples and cider,
It's an airborne spider.
It's pumpkins in bins,
It's burrs on my horses chin.
It's wind blowing leaves,
It's chilly red knees.
It's nuts on the ground,
It's a crisp dry sound.
It's green leaves turning,
It's the smell of them burning.
It's clouds in the sky,
It's Fall that's why...
No comments:
Post a Comment