At last the summer is gone. The winds – cool, now – blow away the last of the sun’s savageness. The strong tones of summer Are gently dethroned by russets, maroons, and deep mysterious browns – The warm colors of Fall.
Light softens, And the world quietly glows with it’s own secret – A secret that whispers through the trailing leaves – The secret of Fall.
The world slows, and Time herself seems to be holding her breath. Soon the winter will come With a whiteness that has it’s own beauty. But for now, this moment, It is the reign of Fall