For Now:

The season has come were the leaves do change
all the hues of many
such colours and radiance
no painter can catch
blessing my eyes and lifting my soul
a walk I do take upon the road
as the breeze blows
and tree spirits dance
the leaves swirl like that of a propeller
around and around up and down
and all the while I am raptured by such beauty
the smell of fall shrouds me so
there's a tinge of cold pressing close
and soon winter will surely come
closing this chapter and beginning a new
dormant will be all life
shrouded in cold and ice
but dead they be not
just gently sleeping
awaiting the distant summer sun
when once again to life they spring
with beauty and majesticness
that fills my world
with the wonder of life
and so my walk I do but take
and give thanks to this years show
and as if a old friends I bid good bye
as I stroll they but pass me by....