Crisp air whips around me as the scent of fall tingles my nose.
The leaves fall from the trees like falling snowflakes spinning and spinning till they reach the ground.
The colors of fall spiraling around me in unison.
I hear the crackle of the leaves and the air singing to me softly.
The distance is bright colors blurred, a smile hits my face, the cold wind of autumn makes me shiver in my place.
I see the geese flying away, the colors changing everyday, the squirrels grabbing acorns, the flowers disappearing, the sun getting dimmer everyday.
An overnight frost, a cold day, a pumpkin on a porch, an apple pie in the kitchen, this is the beginning of fall
The smell of pumpkin bread and warm apple cider hits my nose, this is fall, this is my home.
By Maryrose Mahoney ‘29, Contributing Writer
