Fall is here, though you might miss her.
She never stops in the north, only glides through.
Days are warm and nights drop their temperature, quietly before you even notice.
The last of the fruits are being picked, and a few leaves gather in corners.
In one month, the trees will be bare
the frost will have visited the last of the annuals.
Welcome fall as she glides past,
And greet the Winter who settles in.