The Winds Of Change
The air is crisp and fresh as I breathe
Observing golden speckles of sunlight dancing on red and yellow leaves
The cool air demands a Vestigial response
Brown leaves on the ground had hoped to branches that they might ensconce
But now litter the ground of golden grass
The swirling wind driving and tossing them
What secrets are shared as they pass
Quietly I hear its alluring and soft call
Through the dropping temperatures and hot aromatic crockpot meals of the Fall
And I entranced by its pied piper’s song
Without even a thought, methodically march to the beat as I follow along
Savoring the smell of wood burning air
Got a new pep in my step as the winds of change are blowing away every care
The air is crisp and fresh as I breathe
Observing golden speckles of sunlight dancing on red and yellow leaves