I stood at the gate enchanted
by scenes that lay before me.
Feeble attempts at taking
it in, unsuccessful.
I find traces of myself here,
lost among falling leaves.
They dance towards some destination,
what I don't know.
The intense beauty,
is so breathtaking.
A hustle and bustle of
pre-winter activities takes place.
Is my assertion of joy so strong,
it could be compared to a religious communion,
on a Sunday morning?
Riding the crest of Fall's beauty,
I let out inaudible sighs.
If they were heard, it would make
nature blush at the intensity of it.
Am I being too pretentious?
No amount of silence, can
truly hush my excitement
for this season.
Proud and brawny trees,
lay bare their naked structure
to Winter's coming coldness.
How they will thirst for Spring.
Lost here, amid nature and self,
my mind's eye reflects on
warming fires and hot chocolate.
Families gathered around the hearth.
So sweetly divine I don't feel
the first snowflakes landing upon
my eyelashes, until the gate groans
with the heaviness of it.