THE BEGINNING OF FALL

You can almost smell it in the air -
There is a crispness everywhere
That stirs your soul and memory
Leaves begin to drop from the tree.

Lying there upon the path I tread
Are leaves of gold, brown and red
Picked up by a sudden gust of wind
Settling down to earth again.

The summer flowers have gone by
A few of the more hardy really try
To offer at least one more bloom
I shake my head, it's much too soon!

Time to transplant and separate
The gardener in me cannot wait;
For the time to harvest comes to all,
This is just the beginning of fall.