Curled by the fire looking out the window,
Breathing in the night and the magic it appears to hold.
I look at the tree basking in the beauty of its slow death,
Little spots of color appearing soon to be followed by the rest.
The hues of red and yellow continue to catch my eye-
Admired by every grateful person who happens to go by.
Autumn is beauty, her beauty stands above all the rest-
A beautiful reminder that everything in life is beautiful,
Even the process of death.