Fall is kicking down the door
as summer slips away, 
almost unnoticed,
like a whisper floating in the wind.

A collage of colors takes residence 
upon the leaves of the trees, 
and the flowers that 
were once dominate 

in all their glory 
have laid their heads
low to the ground 
like the flightless 

ostriches of Africa
when confronted with danger.
Their times have been spent,
and their seasons have come

to an end.  Fall is rushing 
in with great leaps and bounds,
and the wind 
blankets Mother Earth 

in all directions.
The mountains seem taller somehow, 
and all the more inviting,
and the sea sings her song

as her tides come barreling
onto the shore.  The days
are shorter, and the nights
are cooler now.  This is Fall,
my favorite time of the year.

Photo by Owen Scott III