Look at the different coloured leaves, swaying on a gentle breeze, lovely reds, browns and greens. All waiting to fall from the tree's. When they leave they twist and turn, ready to join the masses of fern's. Landing softly on the ground, You can taste the smell of Autumn, all around. With the color's all so bright, one by one they all take flight. Once known the summers long, green with color now gone cold. Picture frames of gold and red, now they lay to softly their bed. What I miss, the Colorado Mountain's...Hope Your day has gotten off to a wonderful morning.
