The Leaves Must Fall
I don't know what it is about falling leaves that I enjoy so much.
Maybe it is watching them float to the ground, like snow, that makes it such a peaceful season for me.
Perhaps it is the crunchy sound underfoot that I enjoy so much. Maybe it is the memory of my children playing in them.
Secret Agent Farmer Man likes to mow over them, but I would let them pile up to the roof top.
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."