A turning in color
The sky getting duller
A time where night is sooner, but the day may be longer
Yes, it may be gloomy with a little bit of rain
But this time has come again
A snuggle in the blanket
A nice warm hot chocolate
Maybe even a pumpkin for design
Or a sprinkle of cinnamon of mine
A time of day where the sun goes down
A rabbit’s hole where its feet hits the ground
Sound so peace and light
A village of people but not a villager in sight
The flowers may wither and the leaves may fall
But once again a season passed and they call it fall
Aaralyn Hunter is a junior at West Chester University majoring in Harp Performance. AH1050881@wcupa.edu