The smell of autumn

fills the air,

aroma rising from fallen leaves.

The sun sets sooner

making the world dark,

but first coloring the western sky.

The first frost

in the morning light,

sparkles on the blades of grass.

The brittle twigs crack

under the weight of the wind,

and litter the ground when they fall.

The bears eat their fill

and crawl to their dens,

not to come out until spring.

The geese passing o'er

and trumpeting their flight

continue their way to the south.