My Favorite Season

It’s the morning chill as we leave for work or school,

when the sun has not quite come out of it’s sleepy hiding.

It’s needing a sweater – but not yet a coat –

to feel perfectly comfortable.

And gazing up at noon

to the deepest, clearest sapphire

painting the heavens.

Of course, it’s witnessing the leaves turn -

bright magenta, royal purple,

dazzling yellow and orange.

Then watching them lightly make their way to the ground.

It’s listening to them crunch as we trample along,

Imagining their piles in lawns and fields

as giant hideaways for four-legged creatures.

It’s laughing when the wind picks up,

And the piles disband

Running wildly down nature’s corridors.

It’s windows open during daylight hours,

smiling as wind chimes tinkle gaily

when the breeze tickles them

to do what they love.

It’s keeping the windows open at night,

nestling under a soft blanket

and wondering how long

before my fluffy comforter cuddles me.

Fall is crisp air.

And change.

And clarity.

And new beauty.

The final preparation

for the end of yet another year.

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