The Changing of the Leaves

Got up early and walked outside in the rain and among the fallen leaves. They are all golden brown. Some are face-up, and some are face down, just laying there on the ground. I thought about their time on the trees, from buds to blossoms to green leaves, and now a rusty shade of brown.

They had no care from spring to summer, then came fall, and they became memories of yesteryear. Today, they are falling from the trees, those precious beautiful leaves. What a day for the rain to come, and remind us that winter will not be very warm. The leave are leaving, and soon they will be gone, and so will the warm summer's warmth.