the air hinting at what's to come
the cool and crisp feeling
with a promise
that leaves my head reeling
speaking of leaves
they start changing
turning these colors
nature rearranging
the sky changes
instead of blue and bright
it's a stark grey
both dark and light
anywhere you walk
there's a crunch
of fallen leaves
all in a bunch
having to bundle up
layered to keep warm
hats, scarves, gloves
coats to weather a storm

that is the magic of the third season