Autumn

Autumn leaves, a scenic bloom, a time of change an eerie tune as leaves turn golden and trees begin to bare, nature's scent fills the air. A blustery walk deep in the forests rain crashing down in erratic torrents, the whistling wind, a storm of feathers as birds lift off in search of better weather. The season of harvest has come around, the fields turn amber, their crops outbound. A pumpkin's golden hide, its orange hue, apples, carrots, celery collected too. Golden shards adorn the trees like a crown, gracefully they come tumbling down. They crackle as I walk, under my feet, a melody both soft and fleet. The season of change, a time of reversal as summer's performance is dismissed as a rehearsal. Autumn reminds us that beauty is temporary, as all good things have an end but there is always a new beginning around the bend. Isn't life fantastic?