Well here I am again, it's true,
With all the things I have to do,
It's fall with all its holidays,
With golden leaves and skies of gray

I'm glad to see this time of year
With Halloween, there's much to fear
While ghosts and goblins roam the streets,
In search of countless candy treats.

And then with only weeks to wait,
Thanksgiving's next to celebrate,
With family and friends around,
And words of gratitude abound.

It's fall that breaks the summer's grip
With leaves to rake and drinks to sip.
While gentle rains, and snow for some,
Prepare us for the days to come.

So as the colors dress the trees
I gratefully get on my knees,
And thank my Father up above,
For Fall, and for his matchless love.

© James O'Brien
October 2007