Call me Autumn, Call me Fall

When the leaves begin to change colour,
And crispness grips them gradually,
When the days take a shorter route,
And evening starts getting chiller,
When stores flaunt their collection
Of Halloween and those of Fall,
My urge to make a miniature garden
Conquers a corner of my heart,
And here I sit in my balcony
With my precious pots and flowers around
Engrossed in capturing the spectacular beauty
And arranging the little garden around

Call me Autumn, call me Fall,
My miniature garden says it all,
The season of harvest blend with festivity
Where colorful shimmer posses my creativity
Take a look for a while to breathe,
Hop in my garden, gaze the view
Admire the nitty gritty art,
And walk through my dream lane