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,
and this 
is my favorite 
time of the year.