Come Fall Again

Crisp, chilly evening air. Prolonged nights greet silent, pearlescent segments of a far off moon. Fallen leaves scrape, tumble, and wisk down village streets, driven on by phantom breezes. Solitary late night strolls enfold one in clear, frosty air stinging face and cheeks. Carved pumpkins glow and illuminate. Straw-stuffed eerily dressed ghosts adorn porch and front lawn. Swift fluttering shadows of batwing. Fallen leaves are raked and burned along street curbs. The kindled piles of crisp leaves become gathering points for neighbors and conversation. They add light to the gathering dusk. Aromatic smoke wafts skyward, dissolving eerily in the night air. Parade and snake dance. Marching band and fight song. Cheerleaders and wagon rides. Homecoming celebration and bonfire.Caramel apples and tangy cider. Halloween. Costumed children begging sweet treats. The laughing ghouls of "All Hallows." Harvest blades drone endlessly through frosty cold night hours. Night air carries echoing sounds of reaping, drying down, and storing. The gray fingers of ghost-like clouds fly and soar, grasping to hold the fathomless purple deep. Festival and homecoming. Bounty and long abiding friendship. Nights reveling in age-old ghost stories. Hearts warmed near great wood fires. A season of fruition. Gathering, sharing, caring. October. Come Fall Again 10-6-15