Out with the new, in with the old,
Flickering flames of red, yellow and gold.
Clear, crisp air and dazzling blue sky,
Hear the wind through the trees sigh.
Squirrels and chipmunks scurrying around,
Picking up chestnuts fallen to the ground.
Although it is yet but a pale blush,
Soon it will spread with a rush,
Bringing with it warm flames of red, yellow and gold,
As we do out with the new, and usher in the old.
As much as beautiful spring allows things to grow,
I welcome you back autumn, for I have missed you so.