The once humid air breathed in, now cold,
More candles, scarves and pumpkins sold.
Leaves, now shades of orange fall,
Ghosts, monsters and witches call.
It seems the second September dare arrive,
Most want summer months to revive.
However, for me this is not true,
Autumn is a season I take kindly to.
I love to see the chimney smoke,
The pretty colours it will evoke.
I like to watch the balding trees,
On crisp October mornings like these.
Although the rain to most is dismal,
It makes me happy- harsh rain, soft drizzle.
I like to listen to it’s sound,
As it hits my window and the ground.