The leaves are falling,
drifting down like feathers.
They leave one another just to gather again on the ground.
The cool air is crisp and clean.
Pecans fall from their trees as the squirrels snack and play. Neighborhood yards gather color as Mother Nature is in control.
The anticipation of future Fall festivals grows with every pumpkin carved,
every turkey bought.
The nights are cool and the cozy porch swings, that were abandoned in the heat of the Summer, are again a place of comfort and conversation.
A time of year that brings family and friends together after a long hot Summer.
Fall...a slow down, take it easy kind of season.
Copyright © Nikki Reynolds | Year Posted 2016
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