As the air transforms the summer sun into a crisp, chilled orange canvas, the leaves begin to transform.
They grow older as their complexions fade into all the shades of autumn. The clouds begin to overshadow the sun’s gleam, yet it is friendly.
The air shifts – chilled, crisp, breezed. The vibrant tints of red, orange, yellow and brown paint cities, towns and homes.
An eerie, yet cozy fog drips down from the sky and rests upon the mountain tops. The fire begins to burn and crack warming hands and souls alike.
Although the leaves begin to wilt, there is soft beauty in the dying. The crunch of the fallen leaves being changing seasons, moving on and starting afresh.
There is a calm amber, colored, brisk, changing, vivid calmness to Autumn.
As the leaves begin to fall, hearts change, souls soften and eyes get a gleam brighter to welcome this new season.
