Flowers and plants <br />flourished <br />as they basked and bathed <br />in summer's warmth; <br />landscapes became paradise <br />for butterflies, bees, and nesting birds. <br />But one season's <br />bright sunny days <br />have bowed out now <br />to cool winds and shadow. <br />Fall has arrived; <br />possessed of a unique beauty <br />all her own <br />to captivate and mesmerize. <br />She is the smell of the air <br />when moisture laden thunderclouds <br />rumble, crackle, and fight their way <br />across the horizon. <br />She is the voice of an old familiar song <br />that drifts in on the wind, <br />accompanied by an orchestra <br />of splats, taps, and bangs <br />on metal awnings and sidewalks, <br />splooshes in the streets <br />gurgles from gutters rushing to drain. <br />And in each shining puddle and pool <br />there is a world of reflection... <br />and a world being renewed.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-and-season/
