FALL SEASON IN CHICAGO

October is the month of fall When the autumn gives her call To the wind, to blow at its top So that the leaves fly and drop Colour of leaves change from green To golden yellow, and a light shade of cream Then it turns to orange and red With a tinge of light violet Does nature have a long paint brush? She colors the leaves with sudden rush Then wipes out the canvas by maddening breeze The trees stand naked along the ridge Parks look barren without any shades Dry brown leaves cover grass blades Deserted trees stand on the roads With a heap of sigh; grace unload Halloween days are knocking at the door The evil spirits are away with a roar Boys and girls with colorful dress Out on the road with festive craze If autumn comes, can winter be behind? The chilly days with white snow lined Will bring the Christmas days of joy---- In festive mood we all enjoy