A Note on Halloween

What is it when the trees turn all shades of colors ,
The leaves aspire to golds , reds, and oranges?
Is it Gods' little gift, the brisk chill in the air, the
pumpkins on the lawns, celebrating the
Pagen Halloween.
Kids walk door to door,dressed in silly costumes
of people they wish they were,
begging for sugered treats,
that the dentist will surly thank them for taking,
the dental work will keep him busy for years.