The leaves turn to earthy colors
Summer closes it's doors
School begins anew this year
Everyone wishes for the out doors
Halloween approaches
And the ghouls come out to play
Ghosts prance about the night
And costumed children by day
The turkeys sell out quick
As the time of thanks draws near
Sweet potato and pumpkin pies
And those we hold most dear
Chills begin to blow in the air
The whispers of winter are heard
People bundle up in coats
Yet not with winter really concerned
Soon it'll be present season
Eventually the days grow shorter
Sunny days get rarer
And we truly enter the year's cold quarter