Fall

Winter may be coming, but I am glad you're here

You showed your true colors

But you don’t bring me fear

You bring me snuggles and comfort

You show that change is okay

That sometimes the dead has to leave

To thrive on a tree

You bring warm drinks and good friends and creepy ghost stories

Crackling fire and sticky gooey s'mores

There are hay rides and I'm itchy but the scarecrow makes me smile

He reminds me I had a brain all along

I'm smart in my own ways

And I drink cider while cuddled in my coat's arms

Perfect for chilly days

And I remember the cold is alright

Because I can appreciate the warmth

Some things are for a season

In Southern Illinois a season may be a month

Or we experience all four in on day

So we sit in the things that fall has to bring

The pumpkins, the colorful, crunchy leaves

Reminding us we are different similar beings

The smoky bonfires and Halloween

Giving thanks for making it another day

With turkey, and stuffing, and cranberry sauce galore

Or little chickens and football

Fred Hammond playing loud enough you can hear it next door

Remembering how far you’ve came

Whether it’s a family of one, or 76

I'm proud of you and thankful you exist

To fall

I'm thankful for the little gifts

So in this season, I will wait and sit

To see what else is in store