Strolling

I walk through the raging red autumn leaves on the ground I see empty trees reaching out like someone waking in the morning As I walk I hear leaves crunch as if they are telling me their secrets I feel the chilling zephyr reach through me into my bones I walk and walk; birds fly high with a determination to leave I smell the air and sense that snow is approaching I soon feel a calm relaxation that puts me into a sort of waking slumber Fall will be departing soon and winter will be blowing on in for a visit