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