An Autumn poem

As the leaves begin to fall, This from the trees so tall, After that day of Halloween, Where we saw the terrific and the obscene. The sky becomes so much clearer to see, Reminiscent of many a happy memory, The wind starts to blow, As time goes on so does the hope for snow. But for now we feel the wind on our faces bare, We all know the important close enough to show how much they care, So while the summer might have gone, The real fun has only really just begun.