The color of the tree leaves will change.
Year after year, expected, not so strange.
The warm summer air starts to fade away.
Sunlight hours shorter each passing day.
Indian Summer just a touch and tease.
The winds now cool in a light breeze
Pumpkins to carve and costumes to wear,
Tis the season to give you a good scare.
Birds flying south, Jack Frost ready to call.
Like it or not, summer has become fall.