fall literally stormed in

accompanied by a boom

lightning, thunder, wind

and rain.

oh, it rained

a weekend where

the storm just wouldn't end

until it did

the storm could have destroyed the town

It could have blown all the leaves

off of their shivering trees

but it didn't

it allowed nature

one last push of green

then, the pumkins were orange

the leaves red and brown

and the sky, some beutiful mix

of cold, hard, gray

warm pink

and and bright blue

then the smell set in

oh, the smell

it was a smell that captured

the cold air, the decaying leaves,

the last freshly mowed grass

and, well, fall

the sights, the sounds

the smells, the tastes

the biting cold

(a new relief)

the atmosphere

and at last

the sliver of a silver moon

peeped through the clouds

and whispered to me

"it's fall it's fall

the summer stood tall

but adventure crept back into

the hearts of them all

and, it's autumn after all."