Fantastic Fall

 

FANTASTIC FALL

by

Brenda Kay Ledford 

        Fall is a splendid-sad season.  She overloads the senses with colors exploding as fireworks.  Like a naughty child, she splashes paint on every tree, every hill, every hollow.  Autumn laughs and tromps over the earth putting on a show.

        There’s no controlling this hyperactive child.  She delights in getting attention.  Fall hates silence.  Her sidekicks wedge over the cornfields honking their trumpets.  The geese get out of shape, refuse the stern teacher’s command:

        “Get in V-shape.  You stragglers, go to the back of the line!”

        Additionally, fall tantalizes the leaf lookers.  Dozens of vehicles race from the cities to gawk at autumn’s vanity.  She dons pumpkin spice, apple cider, ginger, and golden garments.  Then she dances over the mountains wearing layers of makeup and cherry-red lipstick.

        Fall fools folks with her charm.  Her best friend is the wind.  She flies on its wings tossing leaves across manicured lawns.  The foliage crinkles and wrinkles like old codgers on burnt grass.

        Finally, autumn exits the stage leaving a gray, drab act to follow.  Winter hobbles on a walking stick, slings sleet and snow on the audience.  Shocked.  Where has fall gone?  Backstage, she gives a shrill scream just like the howling wind.  Cold weather promises a rough ride.  Even the “wooly worm” predicts it will be a bad season.

 I wish all my blogger friends a happy and beautiful fall.