Autumn

A leaf breaks away from the tree. Swaying back and forth until softly hitting the ground. Trees in front yards and backyards with vibrant colors of yellows, oranges, and reds filling the neighbor hood around us. Watching many upon many leafs being blown past houses until layering the ground with splashes of colors. Yard after yard filled with leafs. Slowly tree by tree start to become bare. The sounds of rakes scratching against the pavement gathering every last bit of color into a pile. Hearing the crunching of the leafs as they are being gathered. Watching people jump into the piles and watching the leaves fly up and slowly come to a halt. Trees are bare now. Slowly the colors are disappearing. Bags begin to show at the ends of drive ways. Until there is nothing left. Knowing deja vú will be back again.