Fall Breeze

The Fall breeze wrapped itself around me while whistling a song to me. As I walk along, I can hear the leaves breaking under my feet. The sound of the crisp leaves shattering into pieces makes me recall to a time when I didn't have any worries. The only thing I had to do was to fall into a pile of leaves. But, now I'm being consumed by trees as I sit in the middle of the woods. As I look up, I begin to play peek-a-boo with the sun. Indulged in the endless game of trying to find the light through the leaves on the trees. But, some trees were more bare than others. Standing long, lean and nude as it brace itself for the powerful wind. There it goes again. There goes the cold air again-- wrapping around me for a hug as I leave the woods behind the English house.