Saturday, October 18, 2008
Fall comes, fall leaves
The old leaves line the edge of the road as if waiting for a parade. The young leaves start their magical decent like it's a game of charades.
"Is it twirl? Is it dance? Is it tumble or spin?"
I can't really tell, you'll have to do it again."
Then the sunlight knifes through the tree limbs there and all I can do is stop and stare.
Fall isn't only in the air, it can be in your heart if you dare.