Falling In Love With Fall
Fall in the Rocky Mountains....
It's Fall! It's the next-best season compared to Spring, and it's here in all its glorious splendor. The air is fresh and invigorating. We can dress to the day before us, and rustle all the leaves as we pass.
Hunters are in the woods refreshing their own souls. Trees are shedding, lest the first wet sticky snow and winds of winter cost them an arm and a leg or two.
The geese are honking encouragements to their V-mates, while the ducks move steadily southward pond to stream, river to lake, playing Follow The Leader.
Dragon flies are draggin' and grasshoppers are hoping they weren't wrong in taking up the fiddle.
Our small ones are bundled with Mom-apparel, while macho teens fake pretense that Summer still rules, even as their tans fade to match the lighter spots on their jeans.
Stadiums roar, while the mountains hush to hear each leaf's settling whispers of farewell.
Convertible tops are back on top, while storage boxes bid old customers adieu and welcome regular guests back again to stay the season through.
It's not yet snow parka, gloves, and shovel season, but the mind is already recalling where they were last seen.
Breath fogs are visible some mornings, and windshield scrapers are replaced with ones having fresh edges.
And the turkeys grow nervous as pumpkins migrate from now bare summer fields to Halloween porches.
Teachers take their homework home, while their freed classmates give bicycles, roller blades, skateboards, and scooters a last fling before the snow and ice they will trade them for.
Mothers enjoy the new-found freedom and quiet of their semi-empty nests, while Dad and those not at college scrounge for holiday season savings.
Fall, the transition season, casts its welcome spell, and spellbound mere mortals move forward taking it all in stride....with a gentle kick at the rainbow leaves.
Copyright 2014 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
What is there about Fall, our third season of the year?
- Ode To Fall
Capturing the sights, sounds, smells, and thoughts of Fall is like the gathering of a garden's produce, to tide us through the coming winters.
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