I cannot and will not endure a chance;
wasting precious time to enjoy the wonderful fall season
by sitting in the house, pondering the nights away.
I will sit upon the gust of the fresh cool air from the
Trees on my porch,
Sipping a flavorful cup of a hot pumpkin spice latte, from a starbucks mug.
Feeling the wind blow against my face,
I spend the remaining daylight outdoors, before the sun sets.
Mmm, do you smell that?
A fresh crisp soft glow of the light sky above.
A soft whistling wind blowing a brief smell of baking pumpkin seeds,
From the chimney surrounding me.
I feel the whispering wind upon my skin in the cool, brisk air.
A fresh crisp breeze from the oak trees,
Blows a chilly cold shivering gust of air;
My fingers and toes are feeling numb. 
The sun fades and the days get shorter and colder.
It's the best time of the year,
Leaves slowly start to change color gracefully.
Gazing at the beautiful scenery,
Slowly Inhaling this wonderful season.
Leaves fall to the ground, without a sound.
Fall is a ladder leading up to winter,
With vicious cool wind, filling the air.
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn,
Reach out to grab a lovely leaf with a beautiful combination of fall colors.
After all the leaves have fallen, we return to the plain sense of things.
I smell fall dancing in the breeze, 
the sweet chill of pumpkins,
Sun burnt leaves,
Sleeves to block out the breeze.
The beauty shines in fall as sunshine slowly disappears,
The silky sweaters start to come into season.
Enjoy this wonderful season while it lasts,
Snow is right around the corner!