The Color of Autumn

I lie on the grass, still green and soft as a featherbed underneath, lift my eyes upward to the sky and feast on robin's-egg blue and bleached cotton candy. Mineature butterflies drink the last drops of nectar from faded blossoms. Tiny yellow wings fan the heated air while leaves drift to land softly on my skin and spray russet bubbles through my lazy view. I close my eyes, absorb autumn's bright notes, relax with heart and soul full of gratitude and peace.