The evening has a crispness to it

After long days of sun and heat,

A coolness sneaks into the breeze

Adding socks to chilly feet.

 

The leaves on trees are slowly changing

Losing the color of dark rich green,

The grass has stopped incessant growing

The glass is lowered on the screen.

 

The early mornings start in briskness

Cooler commutes from here to there,

Mums are boasting brilliant hues

And car exhaust is seen in air.

 

The stadium lights are bright and warming

The pigskin tossed by young and old,

The welcome again of sweater weather

Before the winter blows in cold.