This Is Fall

The brisk air outside your window The faint smell of pumpkin spice wafting through your thoughts The crinkle of the leaves as they fall from the trees dancing a jig in the wind This is fall. The pumpkins are a’ growing and it's harvest time again The fireplace crackles and the sky begins to dim The gratefulness you feel is beyond compare to what you feel any other time of year This is fall.