Farewell to Fall.

Walking, alone, at the time
Where day melts to night,
I stroll in a field, the air
Fresh and dry and crisp and
Clean and cool, but not
Cold. Not cold yet.
That will come soon.

The grass of the hill is graying
To the muddy colors of winter,
But not quite gone is the
Green of the summer.

The leaves out do each other
In brilliant, vibrant color and jump
From the trees to the wind
With abandon.

The wind whispers silently about me
But as I make out no words
I feel a tightness in my throat
And then it runs to kiss the leaves of the trees
And caress the grass of the once green hills.

It sweeps over me, tousling my hair
Its clean refreshing feel encompasses me
And wraps me in its cool embrace.

I breath it in and it fills my lungs
And runs though my veins
While calm and peace settles into me
And sweeps away the stress of the days.

I look out and gaze upon a
Stillness of all but the wind
Shivering the grass and trees.

And now the night has melted
Before my eyes and I turn and walk
Down the hill; the wind creeps
Around me, whispering.  And
I turn to the wind and bid  the fall-

Farewell.