"Tis the Season"
From mid-September to late November
A certain season takes control
One of splendor, color, hue
It's beauty warms the soul
I must confess it holds me rapt
Within its wondrous spell
And every time I ponder this
The world I want to tell!
"What is it that you love so much?"
I almost hear you say,
"It's nothing but a bunch of leaves
to pick up day by day!"
I'd have to state to answer that
There's much more to this time of year
Than leaves to gather and collect
The list I'll queue here:
I love the feeling that you get
When wind blows through your curls
When God feels close and personal
His gentleness unfurls
Pumpkin pie and turkey too
Of just the thought I savor
Thanksgiving dinner on the menu
To Autumn adds some flavor
And another explanation
For why I think Fall's fine
It hosts a celebration
Someone's birthday - mine!
It signals also the end of summer
And trades that for a breeze
And on top of all of those excuses
I simply love the tint of trees!
