Fall

Walked out of the house this morning

Hot cup of coffee in hand

And I noticed a wonderful difference

That had fallen over the land

The big cottonwood had some new clothes

Down at the base of the hill

Bright yellow leaves caught the new sun

In the air was the hint of a chill

Not really much different than yesterday

Just a few small degrees or so

Nothing dramatic or big yet

No threat of a storm or of snow

No, just a wee bit of a difference

That lets you know Fall has arrived

You breathe the crisp air in with gusto

It feels good to just be alive

Another hot summer is waning

Dust, bugs, and sweat fade away

In a month they’ll be just a memory

On the wind, the gold leaves will all play

It seems like the briefest of seasons

It’s too pretty to last very long

Very soon it will fade like a sweet dream

And we’ll listen to cruel Winter’s song

But right now we’ll just bask in the glory

Of the seasonal change of the guard

The hummingbirds headed for Tucson

And the Mule Deer are up in the yard

I’m sure glad it’s not 1880

With way too much firewood to cut

Don’t live in a drafty ole bunkhouse

Got a nice door that I can keep shut

But right now I’ll not think of the winter

With it’s grey sullen days and it’s cold

No, right now I’ll just bask in the glory

Of a fine Western Fall full of gold.

Photo by Don Nadler aka Maurice Mo Lasses