Happy Fall!

Driving down the lane,

the scene begins to change,

each day anew,

colors changing hue.

The greens a bit duller,

but yellows bright,

reds burning,

and bright orange lights.

Fewer leaves,

and more sky

trees shower their golden leaves

as I drive by.

Tis Autumn, the season when fall

the trees' lungs and tongues,

a season to attest

to the coming of winter's rest.

Good rest, my brethren,

may the chill not destroy

but revive your hearts,

so that, come Spring

you will employ
a new season with joy.

Day 22