Autumn is my favorite time of year
Of history and mystery and a certain smell in the air;
I love the colors so bold and red;
We leaves won’t die quietly, they said;
No, they surge with passion as they fade and fall;
As if a new adventure was sending it’s call;
And they were answering.
Always I want to adventure as well when that spice travels the wind;
I feel bold and winsome and joy trembles in;
Even in death I know that one day;
My bright spirit will soar when it drifts away;
A new road of aching beauty will open before me;
Sweet smells of spices hinting at what I will see;
When I answer His call to go home.