The Feeling of Fall

I love the sound of leaves crunching under my feet,

The crisp air in the morning, 

The smell of pumpkin spice in the air.  

It all feels like home to me.

                                                                                                            

Page from my junk journal

I like to  call it a fresh start,

Or maybe even a chance to make things right.

It's the  time to reflect on the past.

Be grateful and look towards a sunnier tomorrow.

                                                            

                        

The seasons turn.

A gift from nature deemed so rare, 

This is the time to love, to dream, and to share. 

The old gives way  and the new takes hold, 

In stories that are, yet to be told.