My lament over winter's early appearance has been quelled by autumn's glorious comeback.
For the last few days I've walking my neighborhood, drinking in as much of the golden season as I can, knowing it will soon be over.
I love the stark passing of life into death I see everywhere.
The change in our lives like a swing abandoned for the beckoning school bell.
And apples grow so heavy they drop from trees.It is a season full of mystery.
Here is mine for today: Who leaves their key in the forest?
I sense a story brewing...