Leaves the color of wine
Tan fronds waving behind
Crunchy brown blades of grass
A sign of fall coming to pass
The wind whips and abounds
Gold and red twirling around
Striking orange flame to the trees
Lighting up crispy brown leaves
Summer whispers goodbye
Fall rushes in on a sigh
Not ready yet for the snow
The sun sets with a warm glow
a pinch of homestead 