Autumn

The leaves, they are falling in Renton

The storm clouds, they gather on high

The wildlife is growing quite smitten

Pacific North Autumn grows nigh

The people are clearing out closets

For jackets and scarves to stay warm

Their summer clothes ready for slumber

Where snowflakes can do them no harm

The fireplace, stoked for the burning

The chimney spews smoke to the sky

The green in the forest is weeping

It knows it is destined to die

Old Winter is stretching his muscles

And patiently waits for his cue

The blade of the wind has been sharpened

To give natures life force its due

The living must wander full circle

Their footprints lead homeward through snow

In sleep, they’ll be dreaming of Spring time

For signs that it’s safe now to grow