Dog days of summer

slowly growing colder.

Vibrant greens turn to yellow, orange, red,

and dead brown.

Bare wood now appears.

New sharp winds swirl the leaves

into piles children brush and jump.

So crisp, noise of crunch fills the air.

Summer flowers wilting over.

Red, juicy apples over yonder.

Apple cider is the new treat

for everyone to eat.

Busy squirrels hiding acorns.

Fawns of fall in search of corn.

Orange hued pumpkins picked off swirly green vines.

Children choose the big, round, and fat pumpkins,

every child proud of their harvest.

The largest gets a face

of a Jack-O-Lantern.

Carving and cutting,

gooey, slimy seeds await.

In goes a candle,

so spooky tick-or-treaters

cannot handle.