The wind is blowing from tree to tree and the leaves are falling, falling,falling.

Covering the ground like a blanket that keeps us warm in winter. The ground animals gather food to store as the wind of Fall knocks on all doors.

Falling to the ground , the leaves they fall, blowing in the wind as they Cascade down onto rooftops to settle there until they are blown away.

As the sun warms the day, and as the wind sends us a chill, we know that it is extremely Fall. When the sun goes down and the chill sets in, we know that it is extremely Fall.

When the trees are completely bare, and the leaves are no longer there, we know that it is extremely Fall.

In my eyes it is the season of love, holding hands, kissing the one you love, walking in the park, having a glass of wine after dark, giving a flower just because. Having a picnic in a quiet place, reading a good book, taking a nice long quiet nap. Listening to some soft Jazz music thinking of days past. Listening to children laugh and play. Fall is a season of miracles, you just never know what blessing is going to blow your way. ©2020