You follow the trail,
Quietly observing.
Taking in all the sights and sounds,
You close your eyes.
Capturing the moment in your mind,
Recording every detail possible.
The quiet babbling of the brook,
The chirping of the crickets being exchanged for the chorusing of the cicadas.
How the wind feels against your face,
The leaves crunching under your feet.
How the cool crisp air smells of pine,
The full thick trees begiN to shed their dark green cover.
A tear forms and slowly trickles down your cheek.
For with the beauty of the fall,
Comes the death of the forest.
I love fall so so much! But it is also a somber time. Still, I see more ‘change’ and ‘transition’ in the fall – especially with going back to school, which is its own form of “newness” at this time of year. Nice sensory details well captured here. As I read this, I am actually hearing cicadas whirrrring outside, so I have the perfect soundtrack!
Thank you 🙂