Fall
Fall comes slowly
inching its way from summer's grasp
leaves fall
I guess it's aptly named
the dog days of summer slowly give way to a refreshing coolness framed by splashes of colored beauty
a mosaic that is a delight to the eyes
cerulean blue skies contrast just right, providing the sun
a chance to direct its light through leaves that glow
nature's cathedral stained glass windows
a surreal mystical feeling I surrender to,
washing over me 'neath a canopy tunnel of trees
stiff wind gusts carry leaves swirling snowflakes
meeting obstacles they mount back up into the sky
a harbinger of the winter to come
I think it's called fall, because I fall deeper in love each year with the Creator of all.
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