Last week of October

It's seventy-five degrees

Fading leaf tree branches

Are whipping with the breeze

Feels like early summer

But looking more like fall

Somersaulting brown leaves

Drift in a mounding ball

Squirrels race through bushy ground

Loud racket through dry leaves

Sounds like running person

But only rodent thieves

Stealing many peanuts

They leave tan shells on deck

Birds are very tidy

They leave not one shell speck

Black spiders hang from roof

Toys spinning in the wind

Halloween is coming

Watch little guy's wide grin

Temperature is dropping

Storm clouds are rolling in

Rain will hit the roof top

When bed sheet drapes my skin

Say goodbye to summer

You stayed so very long

But I'm ready to sing

Cool autumn weather songs