The warm sand under the feet, now a
memory,
Ice Cream trucks are gone, and the barbecue grills are cold,
Summer reluctantly says, I really
can't stay,
As cold winds signal, Autumn is on the way.

Autumn's leaves, a tapestry we see year after year.
Dancing gracefully through the crisp,
cool air.
In shades of amber, orange, and gold,
Each leaf is a sad tale of a story untold.

Leaves of different shapes...