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.