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.