Upon The Next Dawn

'Tis the season for turning cool,
Autumn's beauty begins to shine.
Dec-ore befits outside newel,
While summer quickly declines.
Look at what the spring rain's bring,
Colors of sienna, gold and burgundy...
Leaves that gently fall, do so gracefully swing,
As the warm breeze's quickly flee.
Last seasons birds now taking flight,
And inside pumpkin's flame's torch;
Jackets now worn in morning and night,
Faces 'a-glow on dwelling's porch.
However, too quickly, this beauty will be gone...
For a long winter's sleep, is upon the next dawn.