Signs of Fall

It begins in the night
The moon so bright
Combines in the field
Taking in the yield
Locusts start their call
To herald signs of fall.

Grass fades to brown
Flowers pale and frown
Trees shed their leaves
The wise man perceives
He cannot have it all
With the changes of fall.

Southward, birds will fly
The sun begins to sigh
Days have lost their length
Nights reveal their strength
The ivy stopped its crawl
And let us know it's fall.

The cricket moves indoors
Squirrels rally to store
Summer days are gone
To them we say "so long"
Abruptly we can't recall
Anything but fall.