Fall

Fall we find...

Is more refined

It is not the playful child that dances

around the land

With sunshine in her

hand....

Fall is more brisk, not willing to

share

the gift warm air.

We strive to find a small pocket of

breath, where it does not have a

Cold, shiny, metallic look,

A such place as where we could read a

book....

And yet with all Falls chill,

We can enjoy it at our own will....