Monday, October 13, 2008
Its fall and the leaves are taking their time now to come down to the ground, to cover me with their jewel tones.
Its fall and the wind is dancing and prancing and my hair is blowing around and covers my eyes and I strain to see the path.
Its fall and short walks become longer, easier breathing, cool restful wind, and a nice chill prevented by a light jacket.
Its fall and my sweet Canadian geese strut from the lake down to Mrs. Nix’s and a group will take flight out soon.
Its fall and the last spotted monarch left two weeks ago and we are sad but know she will send new troops this coming spring.
Its fall, my Mom’s favorite time of year and I’m glad she passed on in spring because I love the fall too, and this was always our play season.
Its fall and as I wait for those leaves to accumulate so I can rake and jump in them, I wonder why I feel so alive in the dying time of the year? Or was that the answer.