I love the smokey grey of the sky in Fall
The rustling of the leaves
Their shifting colors from dark green to orange lights
The chill within the breeze
I love the scent of fire that moves upon the wind
Longer nights and rain that falls
The touch of woolen clothing, hoodies, and pumpkins
I LOVE IT ALL!
Here I am working on Chapter 21 of AG and the sound of rustling leaves came in through my open window, drawing my eyes away from the computer screen and towards the dark sky. I smiled and said aloud the first line of the poem above and decided to make it a quick poem. Because, I just LOVE the fall!