THE FALL, IN IT'S BEAUTY....

In the fall, when the crisp was a taste in the air
And the long tall trees were snow covered statues
Like Generals at night in the windows of war, pacing
And swaying back and forth, , considering alternative views
It was always in the lateness of fall, where beauty began it's dance
The pines were prickly, but the deer their friends, stood so aware
That the sight of them felt like a dream, a postcard from anywhere
The green shown through the snowy limbs, and the moon
Made the snow look blue, while the twinkling stars gave softness too...

In the fall, when the front yard is covered in leaves
And kids in coats, taste the sting of the breeze  the beauty
Of this time, makes it self known as a blanket, comforting
The coming of wet winter snows, then torturing
The mountaintops majesty, by throwing in landslides of you
You know you, the beauty of it all, at least that's what you believe
After all you're just a passing worker performing Mother Natures good deeds 
It's not that Fall provides arrogance, it brings color and glorious sights
In fact the Fall is the only time when beauty imposes it's god given rights
And goes to sleep, way before things get too bad, and her beauty remains
Swinging, and singing, the wintertime bell, but waits for beauty to stay, and be seen
And be photographed at play, for winter is well on it's way
And the beauty, as they say, is just passing it's time
In such subtle sway, Mother Nature
Has so much at stake
The rivers, the lakes
The Fall is laden
With grace...

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)