Fall
Jennifer Wedge

morning dew turns to frost
in the chilly morning dawn
Canadian geese fly overhead
a delicate mist rises from the pond

orange pumpkins ready for harvest
all the fields lay bare
corn and melons dried and gone
the smell of smoke fills the air

what was once new and fresh
has now grown old
trees once green are nearly bare
carpet the earth with gold

seasons come and seasons go
time marches on
Fall has arrived
summer is gone