Best Season of All

Boise, Idaho

For me the best season of all is fall. (And that is the extent of my poetry abilities. 🙂 )

Bar none, there’s nothing like the vibrant colors and rich textures that come to life each autumn…

Here are a few of the colors and textures that I saw on my walk yesterday…


And a lovely poem to welcome fall in:

Fall, leaves, fall


Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Now if the weather gods would just realize that it’s fall and quit heating the days up to near summer temperatures we could all enjoy fall…  🙁