A splash of red dotted the tree lines this morning.
The air was cool, morning mist drying with the rising sun.
Cinnamon aromas fill coffee shops. Apple orchards blossom with plump, juicy fruit. Pumpkin spice dashes across dishes with autumnal flair.
Cider bubbles in cups by a fire or on moonlit patios, benches with a blanket spread.
Soon it will come, branches will shake and the leaves will tumble,
crunching beneath boots and thrown into peels of children’s laughter.
Even with the Fall there is a redemption.