Fall

Colours are changing.
The air is crisper.
More purpose to the wind,
No more lazy hot breezes, but
Cooler air, determined to bring change.

The sun glints off the leaves,
Caught in their cycle of life.
From a bud, to leaf, a constant reminder
of life and death.

Or the reminder to live each day,
To the fullest.
Hibernation is near,
But still a ways away.

Close your eyes,
Feel the breeze,
Experience the trees,
As they shed their leaves to sleep.

Smell the air. Breath it in.
Breath it out.
See the colours.
See the change.
Cherish the moment.

You are seven years old.
The piles of leaves
Are an adventure, a play
in which you rejoice in yourself.
Feel the crispness of the leaves
In your hands before you throw
Them in the air. Jump.

Feel the softness, the crunching.
Look up. See the geese.
Their fomations a signal to the world.
Hibernation is near.
But still a ways away.

The colours don’t last,
But always return.
Feel the change,
Be the change.
Embrace it.
Cherish it.