When vibrant green leaves start to slowly be drained of color,
while the sun sets before dinner time,
and when scarves and boots become the popular fashion,
That’s when you know Fall is here.
Fall arrives slowly, she pulls each leaf off of every branch,
and she whispers a chill into the air,
signaling the end of the summer.
Summer is gone suddenly and abruptly, fleeing from prospects of school.
Summer was rampant and wild, basking in the heat of her own sun.
Autumn is the quieter of the two, who invites harvest for all that work her land.
She walks through her orchards, reaping the rewards of her labors.
Autumn begins in the countryside, creeping her way into homes across the country.
She is celebrated with a decorated wreath hanging from the front door,
and she is exalted through the cozy candle on the mantle.
She dwells in the hearth of the home, bringing warmth to all who see her.
Fall reaches into the deepest cities as well, flooding sidewalks with crunching auburn leaves.
She takes a stroll in New York, with a pumpkin coffee in hand, observing the busy lives of commuters. She emphasizes the importance of gathering, and the home.
Autumn wishes for travelers to rest, and wants families to practice Thanksgiving.
But, as the months go by, Winter arrives.
The chill in the air develops into snow falling, and the Earth’s vegetation is dead.
The harvest is over, and Winter calls animals into hibernation.
Fall departs, taking along with her the orange leaves on the ground.
