Changing colours

Autumn is my favorite season, no doubt,

With the crisp leaves swirling all about.

They crinkle below my feet with a wonderful sound,

Their magnificent colors painting the ground.

The breeze whistling through the trees,

There are no better days than such as these.

The sun sets earlier, right around six,

Displaying the sky in a colorful mix.

The summer's all past and the winter on its way,

I'll stay out here forever, if I may.