Autumn Delight

Why do they call it Fall when it sounds much less sweet
Than the crunch of autumn leaves under your feet.
It should be called Rise, like your spirits after such heat
Subsides, and the air feels brisk and so sweet.
Sweeter still is the candy from a trick or treat,
Or a pumpkin spice latté, that nothing can beat.
The smell of dead leaves can be just as sweet,
As a pumpkin pie that you cannot wait to eat.
It’s been baking all day, along with the meat,
Of a Thanksgiving meal that is almost complete.
It’s just missing you, so please, pull up a seat.

And together we give thanks, for the Fall and the Rise
Of the apples we placed in the sweetest of pies.