Here come golden shades.
They aren’t only in flowers.
And we miss sunny days,
Pleasant guests among showers.
The sky’s got used to crying
As if saying, “Summer’s finished!”
At last mushrooms are thriving,
Their hats look bright and freakish.
At the door autumn’s knocking.
Leaves are in sparkling raindrops.
Every morning’s foggy.
Here come the 1st frosts.
I like this so much...what a perfect description of this new season! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing