Fall is the-

I walk out,
with the leaves orange and yellow
and red
the damp air and grey skies,
and when I look out, I think
Fall is the
fresh air,
chill of dew in the morning,
trees painting the earth,
the often-overcast sky,
clouds as canvases,
the chill,
watching the world change,
the rare spots of sunlight on the leaves,
sitting down with a cup of warm something,
a burning flame in a little jar
tinted with the smell of vanilla
and spices,
and the smell of pie in the kitchen.
It is
sometimes ominous
or melancholy,
but always beautiful.

© Clara Rininger