October's Charm

In October, the breeze has a way of moving my hair, of tousling it into buoyant curls. It carries with it the fragrance of earth, soft after the washing of the rain and a sweet steady sense of joy. As it dances with the canopies of flame, it alights both eyes and soul, yet more as the feeling of a mother’s lullaby—a comforting delight. Only weeks ago the air was warm and the trees were deep in summer green, the whispering rustle of the leaves only audible once daytime crawled to a halt. Now they are tinged with scarlet and gold, deserting their lofty branches in the gusts that penetrate the fabric of my jacket. I pause, deliberately treading on each leaf just to hear the crunch. Ahead of me a leaf tumbles from its weary branch, twisting and rocking through the crisp air. I stand perfectly still listening for the sound it makes as it joins its brethren on the ground. The crisp air stings my face, and I find myself enchanted. October whispers etches memories in heart magical embrace October enchants symphony of change surrounds glimpse of nature's art