Fall
By Dee Rusin, Kenai
Fall is here
How do I know
The wind blew in
Through the trees
Bending low
Leaves changing colors
Some kind of slow
While evergreens faithfully stand
The fields of fireweed
A flood of bloom
Soon will be replaced
By darkness and gloom
Ice and snow
Small animals scramble
Over here and there
Filling there pouches
Hiding food everywhere
For winter
Migrating birds
Stop for a snack
Then take to the air
To join with the pack
Flying south
Enjoy the days bathed in the sun
Since fall is now here
You know what will come
Winter
