An overnight sight appeals to my eyes,
September’s lilies bring morning surprise –
Signaling that the time has come
For feet to spring and spirits hum.
Fall foggy haze follows early showers
While morning glories meet night’s moonflowers.
Black-eyed Susans with faces showing
Join with yellow goldenrods’ glowing.
Anoles sneak up to peek over flowers.
Armadillos root beneath rose bowers.
Hot cocoa sports a marshmallow top.
Homemade autumn soup simmers, “Pop, pop.”
I grab parched peanuts to shell on the fly,
But sit to relish sweet potato pie.
On the field, comes the call,
“All right folks, let’s play ball.”
Rude ones jeer.
Up from seats with heavy hefts,
Angry fans call, “Can the refs.”
An interception comes all the way back,
The stadium responds “yakkity-yak.”
If there’s a time we have it all,
I've got to say it must be fall.