Whispering In Fall

Did you hear? Softly gently a breeze tiptoed past me, into the bushes and the trees, Gently gliding around the leaves, playing with them turning and laughing at me, whipping my hair and calming again, How silly is the wind!! Graciously whispering that Fall is hear to tickle my ear. To slip away as I walk down the path with the vines on the houses and yellow and white, marigolds twirl to say hello, The bluebirds chasing each other, the leaves chasing them, The leaves chase everything the cat, the dog, the people passing by, A squirrel in a whirl over a leaf riding the wind! Carefully the wind has disappeared again, the green bushes and trees are waiting for a rush, From their friend the wind, So quietly still they stand, My face is chilly, but not freezing, My hands hoping to feel the breeze again, Oh where is the wind? Oh where is my friend? Around the corner, my hair flies away my skin gently pushed tighter it is my friend, Whispering to me fall has begun. Oh what fun!!!