With sunny days and nights of cold,
The change, creating more colors of gold,
Reds, orange and many shades of brown.
Fall winds, shake trees; leaf's fall down.
A beautiful time, in the Great Northwest,
When plants and trees, get to rest.
My mind is swirling, racing about,
Trying to be quiet, with nary a chance.
I have pen in hand, writing the thoughts
That are in my head. I try to write
Them down to paper, fast as can be,
For it is now a quarter past three.
That's in the A. M.
Even early for me.