Fall

I fling myself into fall when all is ablaze from dawn into each dusk of autumn’s splendid days. The mountains are a sea of brightly bedazzled trees - crimson, gold and russet leaves caressed by cool breeze. I’m awash with wonder from colors I behold. So precious are the beauties this season’s months unfold. Wind waltzes through the forest; in the glade I twirl as glorious torched leaves, aflutter, round me whirl. I succumb to autumn’s each and every flavor - from asters when they bloom to sunsets I savor. Those Indian summer days sweetly come and go. Chill nights I watch entranced as sky turns indigo.