Saturday, September 1, 2012


The leaves have begun
their transformation;
a tinge of gold/red/russet
beneath the green.

The sunlight changes,
angle and shadows,
lean a bit differently.

The air is cleaner somehow
crisping like the fall apples,
breezes smell like rain and hope
on the way.

Walks take a bit longer
awaiting the crunch of leaves
with every step,
filling the world with quiet percussion.

1 comment:

Notti byNature said...

I really like the part about the air crisping like apples. I can just imagine the crisp crunch and that refreshing little splash of juice when you bite into a fresh picked apple.