A Poem for Fall

Fall Poem

By Madeleine Ingle

Wish, Woosh, goes the wind.

Finally we’re at Fall’s bend.

I know that because

Trees sway,

Days fade to grey,

As we pack up for winter.

I know that because

I drink apple cider

As the leaves act as a perfect glider.

I know that because the lemonade stands

have vanished and my winter coat came in the mail. 

I know that because

I hear songs of the birds

While my calendar says September 23.

Fall is here.