The leaves have started their transformation
The air has turned crisp and cool
The lawn has finally stopped growing
And decorations of ghosts and goblins rule
Tailgate parties for favorite teams
Sweaters come out to be worn
The sun sets earlier in the day
And rises later in the morn
The last days of the year are approaching
But the fall offers a beginning; not an end
A time to hope and look ahead
A time to imagine and dream again
There is something about the fall
Something mystical that changes a heart
Somewhere in the transformation of the leaves
We find the magic of a new start
Donna Cavanagh-MyVeryOwnFan.com