It’s the last hurrah. Fall is hanging on to its beautiful colors like a child playing in piles of leaves, or carefully making a bouquet of bright colored leaves. That’s what children do when they are struck by wonder. And, fall is wonder.
There’s something about wind
making red leaves rustle…
I do, too.
It seems the leaves are every color,
as if they are a community of one.
This is color blind in a true sense.
“We are here!”, they say in a powerful way.
The sky looks blue, very blue. At day’s end
pink appears in the blue sky.