Unfolding

The leaves are slowly changing
To their russets, reds and golds
As the temps start dropping lower
So that autumn thus unfolds.

The porches decked with pumpkins 
Or with bright and cheery mums
Are reminders to acknowledge 
Crisp and chilly weather comes.

My t-shirts have been folded
And my arms sport longer sleeves,
Their hues quite often matching 
All the cozy-colored leaves.

My very favorite season,
With the palette I adore,
Often startles with its beauty,
Fading while I still want more.