Autumn is Approaching
A quivering happens
Tossing a gust through the branches
Making the tattered leaves turn slightly
As days go on, they get paler
Rusty like orange, almost cherry like red
Even an occasional lemon like yellow after it’s ripe
The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon wafts to your nose
Almost running into your brain
As if you can see it as well as smell it
Images of jack o lanterns and glittering apples
Bounce around in your skull
You beg for this change internally
As it is quickly approaching
We feel the buzz
Making our hands tingle
This poem is about:
My country