Warm breath upon cold window panes, October's drawing boards, Well-shaped peekholes making frames, For little eyes to see outdoors. Yellow leaves dance to the ground, Mixed with oranges and reds, Then brownish leaves come tumbling down, Like crumbling ginger bread. The earth it seems, changed overnight, To warming, nut-brown hues, The bite at night... a pure delight, All signs that winters due. Small, wary birds gird up to leave, Busy squirrels pack their nests, Curling smoke from chimneys seen, Earth withdrawing ... time to rest. Not quite winter, though summer's gone, Fall leaves are natures treasure, The Lord's carpeting, laid down, To bring small folk much pleasure. The child in all comes out to play, In those wondrous leaves of fall, With winter just a day away, Come quick ... before the snowfall. By Ginny Ellis

Autumn Leaves

Warm breath upon cold window panes, October's drawing boards, Well-shaped peekholes making frames, For little eyes to see outdoors. Yellow leaves dance to the ground, Mixed with oranges and reds, Then brownish leaves come tumbling down, Like crumbling ginger bread. The earth it seems, changed overnight, To warming, nut-brown hues, The bite at night... a pure delight, All signs that winters due. Small, wary birds gird up to leave, Busy squirrels pack their nests, Curling smoke from chimneys seen, Earth withdrawing ... time to rest. Not quite winter, though summer's gone, Fall leaves are natures treasure, The Lord's carpeting, laid down, To bring small folk much pleasure. The child in all comes out to play, In those wondrous leaves of fall, With winter just a day away, Come quick ... before the snowfall. By Ginny Ellis

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Y'all come back now. It's been my pleasure. Wanna see ya again, You are a treasure.