The streets are glowing
Lit up by the firey oranges, rusty reds and golden yellows
Fall fairs ignite the small towns all over
Fall’s crisp promise
Of crunchy laughter and fattening fair foods
Corn tassles rustling in the wind
Fields polka dotted with pumpkins
The fresh air gets chillier
Reminding us it won’t be long
Until the memories of fall
Are replaced by a colder sparkly
Blanket of snow