Falls New Mysteries |
The days seem shorter, the nights seem long. Fall stands in line waiting, singing a welcome me song. The line between two seasons narrows down. They come to center stage, their eyes meet. Their eyes fall to the ground. Summer twirls into a haze of puffy blue smoke. Fall comes to instant life and dazzles us all. The seasons have changed. We are in another time, another place. Here we go, the new season is here. We are in a spell-bound state. The beauty of her mysteries now glows on our face! Written by: S. Matheson Fall 2003 |
