The leaves of summer turn crimson, ochre, brown.
Leaves softly flutter, dance
float gently to the ground.
The morning air so crisp, brisk, cool.
Children ramble, meander
saunter blissfully toward school.
The reveries of summer gone, faded
lost.
Replaced with the veracities of school, work
preparation for the first frost.
Harvest moon shining, vibrant
bright.
Days grow shorter, decrease
diminish into a cool dark night.
The icy north wind blows, blusters
calls.
Beckoning Winter's advent, appearance
arrival as the last golden leaf falls.
Linda Brailean 2001
