In a sense of rage, some burst into a flame of color..
while others remain unchanged, yet still just hang..
In anger that the Sun is so far, they vie for his affection..
Displaying an array of color, and so it begins.. Fall..
I walk knowing the shadow I see is me and feeling you
The crisp air I breathe , the rustling of leaves on sidewalks
My favorite time of year, good spirits full of cheer, your here
The stars are always brighter, the moon is always fuller,it's Fall
