Amber leaves twirling, showering, freefalling tumultuously,
Lingering in air as whimsical nostalgia
Beckons harmoniously the viewer’s senses
Eyes moistly twinkling, peering upon the honey and rose colored spectacle
Nose sniffing past the cool November air to smokestacks
Puffing thick white plumes of aromatic oak and hickory into the onward skies above
Ears alert to the crisp wind whipping through pines and ruffling piles of leaves leaving a wake of multicolored paper Mache tornadoes
Mouth inhaling the dry air stinging the tongue as a penny with
  lips curled, smiling in awe of the season and all its glory