Fall is that time of year, as the first colors of the leaves appear. The days are much cooler and the nights are getting colder. We adapt and gripe as we do; But doing nothing would be so foolish, as not too. The great thing about fall is, watching another one of nature’s beauty transforming for the coming months. Summer birds fly out, winter birds come to nest. My short poem above is why I say, Fall’s the best. Lines=15 Words=79 |