I watched as the fall leafs changed,
I sat near my window,
Fogging up the glass with my breaths.
I would see the leafs fall,
As they hit the ground soft, but gently.
The leafs would sit upon my window seal,
As it knocked, trying to get in.
The air had a cold chill crispt to it,
As I sat upon my porch.
Gazing upon the now colored filled yard,
Of leafs that have now made the trees naked.
The colors of Fall,
The reds, oranges, and browns.
As I walked through the leaf covered yard,
I would listen to the sound of the leafs crunching.
I closed my eyes and listened to the wind,
As it brushed the leafs across my shoes.
I took a deep breath in,
Letting it out slow,
Savoring the smell, of the Autumn air.
