The rise of fall

In the vale, dotted in red
A wind blows, screaming in dread.
The sun shines in a shadow cool.
Fall comes in regret and rue

The nights are cold and winds squeal.
A mournful night of critter's zeal.
The leaves crunch on the ground below.
Dotted in a silvery orange glow.

Fall comes with a sorrowful cry.
On days we eye the dull blue sky.
The winds blow and orange flies.
Signaling summer's demise