Fall

That vibrant time of year when colors burst from tired limbs lowering in the chill breeze

Like butterflies they flutter about or wave back and forth across the way

Landing with a soft quiet resolution to end the rapturous movement

For a time, blankets of red, yellow, orange, and green cover the the trodden path

Later, some souls step on the molted remains, of that beauteous display, concluding the end of the season of dancing color.