Littlle leaves of brown, red, and gold Squirrels running back to their happy homes A peaceful hush and no big rush Fall arrives in a silent little gush There is a little nip in the evening air Snuggle on the porch into my favorite chair I see some leaves drifting down They hit the ground without a sound Darkness falls much earlier now The sun sets in the sky with a gracious bow The smell of a fire blows in the wind As Fall arrives upon a silent spin Fall is a magical and wonderful time of year The air is crisp and clean and the sky is clear The colors of crimson, and gold, we hold so dear We welcome Fall with this happy cheer Written by: S. Matheson Fall 2001