Fall begins with nippy nights,

The oak leaves, still, are holding tight.


Maples--yellow, orange and red,

Convincing us that they are dead.


But, they prepare for Winter's peace,

Preparing for the Spring's release.


Reproducing leaves and seeds,

Fulfilling all of human needs.


I wonder how the trees all know

That Summer is the time to grow?


Then bringing nippy nights of Fall

And welcomed rest for one and all.


©Lynnette Schuepbach, October 1, 1992