Autumn is here and my heart fills with glee
With anticipation for basking in
The cold sun under a fiery tree.
I relish the crisp smell of fall’s sharp air
And todd away the glasses and hat to
Stare down the sun’s weak attempt at a glare.
I revel in leave constantly falling
While again I dance with my mike/rake
Even though to sing is not my calling.
I now rejoice in not having to mow
As I sit in fall’s ever cropped grass and
Thank the heavens for preparing to snow.
And though being shut in school is a bummer,
I still refuse to shed a single tear
As I celebrate the death of summer.
Artist: Aubrey Morgan
School: North Allegheny