Autumn Poem

The season's name doesn't fit.
Only the trees understand
With their fiery colors lit.
Why Fall is at hand.

After the denim rain
The sky lights up in gold
One can barely refrain
To splash around in the cold.

Pumpkins guard front doors
Fat and happy,
In their orange-hued pores.
With juicy interior trapping.

Fires snap and dance making,
The smell of pine smoke.
The leaves shaking
From the wind's sharp poke.

This is when we all realize
This seasons name don't fit.
With sweater,gloves and pies,
There's no time to Fall or even sit.

Inspired by this one rainstorm we just had. Afterward, sun peeked through and the whole sky lit up yellow-gold. It was so pretty!!