Skip with me along the trees,
hear the leaves crunch down under our feet.
The crisp breeze blows right through our hair,
sending a chill and leaving us bare.
Grab a jacket and tag along,
we can sit by the fire right here on this log.
Bonfires, cider, pumpkins and donuts,
the season of Fall is now upon us.
Picture taken by me at Seven Ponds in Dryden, MI. Poem written by me as well.