With a sputter of wind, and then a rush of chilling air...
Autumn waves farewell.
The scarlet leaves are scattered,
winter tugging them from the graying trees.
The children flee from indoors to
chase about in the pleasant weather,
Dusk comes sooner, and the late autumn sun sends
shades of amber over the yellow fields.
We slip out after dinner, Johanna and I, armed with Jo's camera,
captivated by the rushing of the autumn air.
The wind, still whispering with the last warmth of a summer long gone,
brushes its fingers across the earth.
Slowly, but surely, dusk deepens to darkness,
and night settles over Rambellwood.