Autumn

Walking to college in the morning

On a carpet of fallen leaves

A riot of colors

An artist’s dream

The smells of wood smoke and home-cooked meals

Are our only company

Barren trees

With the promise of winter hanging in the air

Like the misty fog in the early morning

With the wind blowing like a symphony

Breathing the clean crisp air

And basking in the feeble rays of the sun

We walk to college on this perfect autumn day