Quietly the rain pattered on our tin roof As I looked out my window to see a hoof The crunching of the leaves under my horse As she trotted to get food on her course Joy filled my heart on this new fall day As the leaves turn red in their own way Slip into my warm boots and pants Run outside to play and dance

Blackbird sings trees are bare golden carpets everywhere. We wear more trees wear less. Autumn leaves us Winterness.