Looking to the future instead of appreciating the now, we often find ourselves forgetting to appreciate some of nature's simplest things.

As leaves change hue, the autumn skies grow dark.

The smell of pumpkin finds its way to us,

And waving in the breeze, she makes a mark.

She tells us things and urges us to trust.

She is the spirit breathing on Fall's gust,

And urges, "Relish before morrow comes!"

So go outside before it turns to dust,

When winter falls, what freezing to our lungs,

The leaves, they freeze, and fall like weighted plums.

And all too late we realize what we've lost,

The vivid scenes and scent of raining drops,

Are replaced all too soon by Winter's frost,

Before our eyes could put in under lock.

So cease your whining, look to present days,

And just like that is Autumn – just a phase.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.