It is September in Tennessee,
And you can tell it's Fall by the falling temperature degree.
It's sixty-one this morning, and the ground is very wet.
Little insect tents are all over the yard like gossamer wings, but not a threat.
Last night felt cool and very damp to my skin.
Summer is singing its last hurrah like a soulful melody from a violin.
Hay wagons, pumpkins, corn stalks and caramel apples weave their magic spell.
Yes, Autumn is nigh, by these signs you can tell.
© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)