GLORIOUS FALL

GLORIOUS FALL Fall’s the time of year I can hear, whispers of warmth retire. Watch trees undress their fiery hues, branches shed … their attire. Sun ignites all of Fall’s glory, those beyond falling leaves, Ones that paint abstract ground cover, over … the roots of trees. Walking beneath Golden Gingko kicking up it’s gold leaves. Not lady like way, walk to work kicking leaves … high as knees. Harvest moon celestial gleams, in Fall ... back lights my dreams.