Autumn Time​
by Cheryl Sandberg​
There are many colours that now appear,​
once September's here.​
The trees transform before our eyes,​
rain marks the skies.​
Bold yellows, sharp orange, deep red,​
beneath the sky of lead.​
Birds migrate and insects vanish, ​
harsh winds banish.​
Days grow short the night time long,​
hear the blackbirds song.​
The winds are cooler the night air cold,​
autumns taking hold.​