When Leaves Speak

Every season has its merits but autumn is my favorite. I love the way the breeze weaves through my hair, braiding my tresses as I walk through scores of fiery leaves. Each gust of wind urges me to pull my sweater closer to my body. On cooler days, the clouds and birds beckon me to pick up my long coat and tall boots. Autumn makes me feel equestrian. With the onslaught of outdoor festivals come October, horses are all around me. Sometimes I just want to jump on one, a chestnut colored horse hat matches the shades of nature on the ground and in the trees. I want to rush through the river, splash through the cold water. I want to ride all the way to a silent pumpkin patch, dismount and marvel at all the heads of orange and gold. I want to just sit there and write a poem. Maybe I'll sit there and sing a song. Or I'll simply sit there and listen to autumn's whispers.