That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When scarlet leaves precede that Halloween
And chill winds force retreats to fuzzy folds,
Bare skin hiding behind warm denim jeans;
When kids seek treats using horrified masks
And turkeys fry among potatoes, jams, and pie,
Red-clad Santa giving those things for asked
And flying kisses at the yearly good-bye–
‘Tis then I feel an innate happiness
And a child-like joy I must confess.
Thou’ll find in my eyes fire burning bright
To match the fire-light of the star-lit night.
All other seasons I must face with gall,
But peaceful calm will always be in the fall.