Autumn Leaves
By Dorothy J Carbone Fall 1972

I do believe out of all the seasons I love fall the best.
With its glowing colors of red, gold, and deep rich browns.
The air so crisp and clear.
Like a child clean and washed ready for bed, after bath time.
Just waiting for that blanket of snow to come.
The bare trees stand so still as they say goodbye to the birds and give up their last few leaves.
It is a shame most people can’t see the beauty.
There are a few still left, they haven’t forgotten.
The beauty and the peacefulness that comes just before the earth says goodnight.