Autumn

Autumn

When autumn wind goes running
It does some magic things.
It gives the shadows dancing shoes
It gives the bright leaves wings
When autumn wind goes running

It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke
And shares a little whispered joke
With cornstalks who delight to prattle
It turns a seed pod into a rattle
When autumn wind goes running

We know the cold are coming
The blue skyes will turn grey
The once green leaves of the trees
Red and Yellow will turn
For the wind blow away

When autumn wind comes running
It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke
Drawing funny shapes in the afternoon air
Mixing with the leaves red and yellow
In a dance that is so exquisit
That keeps me enchanted looking at it