GONE IS THE SUN

Gone is the sun

Gone is the sun that came with fun

As Autumn’s chill is in surround.

Now leaves of many hues float down

Some gold, some red, some rusty and brown

Morning dew embraces the grass.

Days of rain and fog set fast.

Flowers are gone, flower beds bare.

Harvest time will soon be gone and Winter will appear.

Woollen hats and coats come out

Knee length boots keep water out.

Miserable faces as no one smiles.

Everyone in a rush, they hate the weather, don’t know why!

As season’s change throughout the year.

Love it or hate it, its Autumn time here!