Fall Leaves

 Last week after I returned to Roosevelt, I ventured out our front gate

 and walked about a hundred yards to the neighbor's lane.

                                           

  golden yellow leaves crunched under my feet

the smell of fall waifed around my head

the crisp breeze gently rearranged the earth's golden carpet

and whispered in my ear that winter is on it's way

Fall is my favorite time of year