Scent of Autumn

Scent of Autumn A scent of urgency carried on the wind filled my nostrils with a whiff of a smell I knew all to well, “Autumn was adrift.” The trees, still green, didn’t fool me one bit (chatter as they will in the breeze); I was attuned to that crisp, paltry air carrying the portentous message. Fall was on the hunt, and now the days would flutter by like leaves on the wind, and then a wisp of snow followed by a squall, and winter would be here again.