Autumn days

In autumn when the trees are brown The little leaves come tumbling down They do not make the slightest sound But lie so quietly on the ground Until the wind comes puffing by And blows them off towards the sky.

I love Fall, fresh air, crisp apple red days, and cozy nights with your favorite worn quilt. Indian Summer picnics, festivals, and bonfires. Beautiful leaves abound, apple cider, pumpkin butter and seeds, Sunsets a glow, children jumping in leaves, crisp corduroys, warm sweaters with a brisk breeze and sunlight touching your nose. It is amazing.