Midwest Autumns

My favorite season is autumn. I can't explain it. I don't have the words or the pictures to share that will adequately communicate the experience. Much like the first time Ben took me flying. It's just a part of me. But here are some words that will do:

Change of Seasons

by Dean L. Larsen

This morning,

Autumn coyly peered through crimson leaves,

Reached forth her russet hand in soft caress;

And Summer,

In a mellow mood,

Promptly yielded to her touch.