The Remains of Autumn

While we may be settling into the Advent season, autumn remains upon us until December 22nd. The nights temperatures are well into freezing, ice has been on the lakes the last few mornings, fog is beginning to drift in, and the wind is gearing up to howl, but golden leaves still cling to the trees, refusing to completely give up until the calendar changes...

Although it is no longer October, when I look out doors it reminds me of the poem I use to teach my kindergarten classes...

Fall

By Aileen Fisher

The last of October

We lock the garden gate.

The flowers have all withered

That used to stand straight.

The last of October 

We put the swings away

And the porch looks deserted

Where we like to play.

The last of October

The birds have all flown,

The screens are in the attic,

The sand pile's alone.

Everything is put away 

Before it starts to snow - 

I wonder if the ladybugs 

Have any place to go?

Autumn is my favorite season of all. 

I will miss it's chilly mornings, golden hues and haunting beauty. 

Til next year...