water

there is a path in my yard- between the lawn and the grape arbor.
all the leaves have suddnly droped form the trees.
swirrling on the ground the wind picks up a few at a time.
the rest flow across the ground in a swirling tide of crimsion and yellow.
they crunch loudly under my bare feet.
mid was through i stop and look back across the yard. fall is setting in, in the most wonderful way possible.