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