The leaves swirling and spinning to the ground done for the season! 

And as I walk along on the dried leaves crunch and crackle under my feet, 

My finger tips that are exposed to the air are slowly freezing in the crisp autumn air,

As I wrap my sweater tighter around me I feel the fuzzy interior brush against my arm,

I bring my thermos up to my lips and take a sip of my hot sweet apple cider, 

And take a final deep breath of the crisp autumn air smelling the scent of fall, 

Fall is the best season!