Summer has gone away

Summer has gone away, and fall is rapidly fleeting,
The skies begin to grey, a chill is winter's greeting.

Blankets come out of closets, as cocoa warms on the stove,
Trees make leafy deposits, rakes gather quite a trove.

Frost coats the ground, as breath can now be seen,
The grass now has browned, gone is the luscious green.

Heavy coats, hats, and gloves, are donned to venture out,
Where are the Mourning Doves, which used to roam about?

Summer has gone away, and fall is rapidly fleeting,
Time to get out the sleigh, and ignite the indoor heating.