Of all the many seasons,
fall is my favorite one;
It's magical and etheral
but never overdone.
Fall whispers possiblities,
trees manifest equisite shades;
It almost seems a different world
when autumn takes the stage.
Cascading leaves dance in the breeze,
a familiar crunch beneath my feet.
Beckoning tire swings and dappled sunlight
are difficult to beat.
Fall hints of winter's coming
then just as it appeared,
it vanishes at once...
though we were so endeared.
Yet that's part of fall's great splendor--
it's here, and then it's gone--
"God knew what he was doing,"
on me it finally dawned.