Autumn in the Park – A Children’s Poem

The sun stayed up in summer;
we’d been the best of chums.
So why’s he bowing out
as the autumn comes?

Each morning I can’t find
his sunny little face.
And in the early evening,
he goes without a trace.

It’s sad he cannot see
the harvest and the moon.
I guess it’s his own fault
for setting much too soon.

He’s going to miss the leaves
all dress in gowns of gold:
I wonder if the sun
gets scared when it gets cold.

He will not see the squash
or smell the apple pie.
He’ll miss Jack Frost’s fine art
and leaves that flutter by.

I guess he doesn’t care
for changes in the park.
But I can’t see a thing
now that it is so dark.

(Photograph of Berlin and poem by Katie for Making This Home.  As much as I do love to share, all content is copyright protected.  Please do not copy or publish without asking.)