Fall

The crunch of my feet on a gravel road,
the crisp breeze billowing around my body,
causing me to wrap my arms around myself,
pull my jacket a little tighter.
Brilliant orange and red, soft yellows,
a plethora of colors in the falling leaves.
I smile at the sky, the sun still shining as the temperature lowers.
Bonfires, football games, haunted houses.
Thanksgiving.
Eventually this will turn into snow, all brilliant whites and bareboned trees.
I enjoy this time of in-between,
as if Mother Nature cannot decide if it is time for hot or cold.
These are the times I treasure most,
these cool and sunny afternoons in the fall.