Glorious

It’s orange and yellow and russet and green

And every fall color there is in-between.

The leaves are all rustling high in the trees,

With some of them drifting down, caught on the breeze.

It’s autumn and glorious here in the sun.

I’m wrapped in a scarf though I’m jumping the gun

For it isn’t officially what I’d call “cold.”

(Still, the chill in my bones is more proof that I’m old.)

But this weather, to me, is my favorite, the best!

Keep your tropics and deserts - to all, I’d suggest,

Grab a jacket and join me - October is here;

Time for foliage, hiking and pumpkin-laced beer!