Why do We call it Fall…?
Because of leaves or early snow?
I say It’s more alive when all the reds and gold’s do glow.
My windows are alive which Nature’s oils and paints adorn, alive is my days canvas during light, some shade or morn
I say be alive my colorful Autumn friend, and share your lustrous hues
Thru the lenses of my eyes I give wondrous sights to my cherished few.
P.S… It’s a beautiful day, no matter how things seem.