Autumn

The air was crisp and fresh.

There was a sigh and shiver through the leaves.

All around was a rustling of gold, orange and red.

The wind was cool and sweet, the sky clear and blue.

Branches reached up into the endless abyss above.

Grey and white clouds floated idly by.

Swaying effortlessly, gracefully, stray leaves danced upon a breeze.

Ah, how Autumn puts a weary mind at ease.