I know that it’s fall.
It’s there on the wall.
And still I’ve heard much talk of snow.
I’ll look for my cap.
Though I’d prefer a long nap.
Old man winter has plenty of gall!
Sunday is our day of rest.
That’s why I like this day the best.
Yet my old rake’s about to call.
Since autumn’s leaves have begun to fall.
Perhaps it’s time to move out west?
The weekend’s only two days away.
Just keep the faith. You know we’ll play.
Locked gates will open to such great fun.
And if we’re lucky, we’ll play in sun.
There’s something about the morning light.
That gentle breeze.
The sun so bright.
Some take the time to savor all.
They know that soon it will be fall.