Fall is in the air
I feel it
Crisp morning air opens into warm days
Discarded sweaters strewn on a bench here, a bush there
The smell of over-ripe apples and plums
as they meld back into the earth
A squirrel digs tiny holes throughout my garden
tucking in nuts and berries
for her winter feast
Autumn is in the air
I feel it
How about you?
Art and Words by Beverly Ash Gilbert