September; Sun stays but summer goes.
Lifting the world with its warm glow.
A memory left of holidays gone by,
A song only heard in a lullaby.
October; Autumn mists set in.
Hardened conkers bash “I win!”
Crunchy leaves beneath my feet,
Sounds and smells are such a treat.
November; Snuggling around a fire.
Winter coats comfort your cold skin.
Bobble hats and scarfs wrapped tight,
As this autumn says goodnight.