The Winds Of Change

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