Autumnal grace

as shadows fall …

in silent space,

accompanied by

crunching leaves

the sounds of Fall.

Crisp, cool air,

further beauty,

no despair.

Keeps me walking

light as air.

Woods unfold their

silent beauty,

burnished colors

on display,

trees of old

giving sway.

As tenants of our wondrous planet,

wisdom lost in abandon,

let us not forget this day.