Among the evergreens

Behold is a whole new scene

Blotches of orange and red

Makes people believe the trees are dead

Skies that once were blue

Are full of clouds that dew

The air becomes cold and crisp

And the wind blows in a wisp

Pumpkins picked to be placed

Upon the porch with a scary face

“Trick- or-Treat” fills the air

From little kids we should not scare

Apple Cider fills the cups

While the football players line-up

Chimneys are like Dragons breathing

Nothing is more perfect than this season