Autumn in Michigan

Winter is coming

The snow birds alight

The boiler is running

The geese are in flight

The green is retreating

The dew becomes snow

The trees are afire

As the pumpkins do glow

Shorts become jeans

As the temperature falls

And the hunter wakes early

To make his duck call

It's autumn in Michigan

The best time of year

Its not dead it's sleeping

We will live once again.