Fall is in the air,

So very still and clean.

The winds blow cooler now.

The leaves no longer green.

Silently the weather turns

And seasons change again.

Time continues on its course

The cycle once more begin.

Spring of life

And summer of heat

Fall of transition

And winter bleak.

Life is rhythmic.

It will always be so.

Soon Fall will be here

Winds will blow.

The leaves will fall.

The trees become bare.

Animals stash food stores

And prepare their winter lair.

We, too, feel that urge

To do all outdoor chores

Before the winter winds do blow,

And cold creeps through the doors.

So, restless heart, embrace the Fall

Before the winter chill sets in.

And set about the tasks at hand

To close a another year again.