A Poem for the Season

So last night, yet again my brain was on overdrive. However, unlike previous nights where I just pushed the ideas to the back of my mind, I had to get up and using my book light, scribbled out a whole poem. Of course it didn't come all at once, just one stanza at a time. When I would settle down and get ready to sleep, another stanza would jump in. I didn't get to sleep until 4am scribbling this poem, so I thought I would share. 

Fall Festive Fun

From green to yellow, orange and red,
the first sign of the new season.
Fall is here, summer has gone to bed,
can anyone give a reason?

Harvest sets the season off bright,
cornstalks, haybales, some scarecrows too,
all bring the festive mood to light,
and friends will come to pay their due.

Pumpkins, far as the eye can see,
in patches waiting to be picked,
jack-o-lanterns they will be,
hopefully none will be kicked.

Haunted houses, fields and mazes,
looks like fun though you best beware,
some scare or leave you in dazes,
all because you didn't take care.

Halloween is the final call,
goblins and ghouls yell trick or treat,
then race away having a ball,
ready to conquer their next feat.

And so fall takes its final bow,
leaving winter to take the lead.
Sadly, we must say goodbye now,
to obey Mother Nature's creed. 

c. 2010