on the red-gold leaves of the maple tree
I watch as a leaf slowly drifts to the ground.
Nature’s beauty in flight.
The air is little crisp this morning,
I wrap my sweater a little more snug around my shoulders.
The teapot whistles good morning.
I can feel the season’s change in my bones.
From the arid hot of summer,
to the cool breeze and
I welcome the season changing,
a time of family,