October 28th, 2006

A windy, cold day –
The trees tossing and stretching
As clouds speckle the sky
Of bright blue.
Contrast the softer brown of
The fading leaves;
Brittle and weak
As a robin’s egg, abandoned.
Fall, the season of dying,
Putting away the colors of
Summer and Spring.
A season of change,
Aggressive, dull, unwanted by some.
Yet, deceived by the blue sky,
Beckoning the memories to a gentler time
Of vibrancy and life.
It betrays the mind and the heart
As winter creeps in closer.

Sarah ><>