The Beauty of Fall

Autumn trees and the sky of the early dawn mix together like crayons in the sun left too long. Red orange yellow on a background of blue, the haze of the clouds adds a subtle pink hue. Fallen leaves on the pavement scrape the blacktop as the wind stirs and spins them then suddenly stops. Collecting in piles they crunch under feet, Then scatter again as the wind sweeps the street. The sweet scent of red apples rides a cool breeze, Their crimson round shape dangling from trees. The sun of midday warms their smooth waxy skin, long gone are the blossoms from where they begin. Honking of geese as they fly over head escaping the winter and coldness they dread. Necks stretched long, wings spread out wide, with beauty and grace they take to the sky. Evening comes early, the sun starts to fall Coyotes are baying, to each other they call. Stars fill the sky in the darkness of night. The man in the moon casts a silent light.