My Time of Year

I love these mornings, slight chills nipping at your cheeks, a hint of winter's warnings.

The sunrises are bloody, early rising, while the universe is sleeping, and the ground is slightly muddy.

There is an excitement, something in the air, the hustle and bustle of nature to prepare.

The winds move with a purpose, as the leaves twirl round and round, dancing to a familiar song.

Spider silk reflects an early morning light, in the garden, the spider dances with delight.

The squirrel that is gray, bounds from tree to tree, barking orders at the dogs that play.

Waking the children becomes a chore, as they curl into balls, pulling their covers up so tight.

Ah, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, steel-cut oats, and french toast will get the children's feet moving.

Off to the school bus they go, children laughing as they kick at piles of leaves along the way.

I love this time of year, candy corns and costumes, all the kids trying to get a scare.

What could be better than Autumn I say?

Surely not a hot and humid summers day!