Not too far in the distant future,
fall will have arrived,
it will not be soon enough for me.
There is so much I love about each season,
after given much thought there really is not one I enjoy more than the rest.
The dying of my summer flowers has me now waiting for the miracle of colors
that will soon surround me as softly they fall from the trees,
falling, swaying ever so gently, towards the ground,
where they will lay as a blanket upon the once green grass.
If fall were here today I would take your hand in mine,
we would run down this path,
listening to the rustling of the leaves,
skipping, laughing and singing,
We would just enjoy the moment,
We would hear a branch snap in half,
we look and gaze into a pair of deep brown eyes
for only a second, then the dear springs forth and leaps away.
Breathless by that moment and eager for another we lingered,
and then were beckoned onward by the running water we could hear ahead,
With each step the noise becoming more clearer,
our walk had taken us to a path down by the water,
the fast running river surging past us leaving white caps on the water,
across the path on the other side was a picture perfect scene,
a beaver dam, the remains of chopped down trees sharpened like pencils,
and a sunset upon the water,
the smell is a rich dampness full of richness and life.
that may lay dormant until Springs has sprung again.
We now had to make our way back to the other end,
back up to where we were staying,
just at the base of the mountain,
we would have time later to talk,
for now we are enjoying the moment.
taking it all in.
Enjoy whatever your day brings your way!