I love Aileen Fisher’s poetry for children. Here is one from her book, In the Woods, In the Meadow, In the Sky, for fall:
by Aileen Fisher
One of the nicest beds I know
isn’t a bed of soft white snow,
isn’t a bed of cool green grass
after the noisy mowers pass,
isn’t a bed of yellow hay
making me itch for half a day–
but autumn leaves in a pile that high,
deep, and smelling like fall, and dry.
That’s the bed where I like to lie
and watch the flutters of fall go by.