It’s the time of year when you may behold
Golden leaves hold fast to slender branches;
Canopies grow thin with increasing cold,
Those already-shed leaves race in wind-whipped dances.
Scarves and sweaters rejoin changing wardrobes,
Chilly nights invite fire pit celebrations,
Tailgate meals prepared in new abodes
Consumed in front of big-screens with warm libations.
Lawn mowers hum their last workdays this season
Not that Windsong homeowners have a care;
Someone else to do the yard work’s just one reason
Folks choose a Windsong home to be their lair.
Days include activities more fulfilling
Than handling a trimmer, mower, or rake;
Preparing meals in a luxury gourmet kitchen,
With appointments to help you want to cook or bake.
Plentiful wide windows let the light in
And offer views of Autumn’s changing leaves.
Cozy rooms that you can fall asleep in.
Welcome to Windsong – Where Life’s A Breeze!
(loosely inspired by William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73)