Summer hues of fiery orange disappear in a breath-
Leaving a steadily creeping chill in the air, in its stead.
Fields overflowing with the golden harvest-
Transform into the farmer's gratified smile..
Across the picturesque landscape-
An array of oaks and maples greet you on every side.
The falling dry leaves, carpeting the ground,
Penetrate the veil of quietude..
Making the only perceptible sound.
As benign winds whisper of seasons gone by..
I realize...that fall has arrived, on the sly.