The Grandeur of Fall

Upon umber leaf, beneath a cloudy sky fall's aroma arrives in solemn grace. Pumpkin spice and cranberry leaves drift by in wind-choreographed dance in birthplace Festive trees dressed in carnival outfit, play upon earthy hues of tree and branch Fall is a dance for our souls as we sit one we cherish for its sense of carte blanche A harvest moon now shines when day is done and plump red apples hang upon the bough. Once nurtured by the rain and summer sun they’re ready for the farmers’ picking now. Quite soon bitter cold will succeed the fall when mother nature answers winter’s call.