Winter is right at my doors! Yet, my heart sings red and yellow and oblige to this unfathomable call of fall **hmmm*** may be it’s just the impulse to resonate my feeds, overrun with maple leaves and pumpkin patches; may be my fancy for peaches or lust for tawny branches! Perhaps my bubbling urge to praise the cession of the trees, that toss their blushing leaves, to wash our way with hue.
Could just be a whim..
Must be a hunch! to let fall our fallacies…
to shed off the duff and pep up, anew as dew!
to efface the haze and spring ablaze !