Fall Is usually my favorite season.

Every year I am surprised,

it is August, still summer.

I can't deny the leaves on the ground are increasing in number .

I can't deny the change in the angle of the sun .

I can't deny a change in the cadence in the crickets song,

I can't deny pumpkins in the garden turning orange. 

The Finch nest under the patio cover is empty .

Soon, mine will be too.