Fall is My Favorite Season

by Nicholas Andrea

Walking in a forest
still aflush with an ocean of green
a cool autumn wind breathes on through
making the leaves sing.

“Shhhhh, shhhhhh,” goes their tune
it is a mighty fine little diddy
sung by oak, pine, and rhododendron, alike
who are all so very pretty…

“Munch, munch, munch,”
I now hear just behind me
something is knawing at the deadwood trunk
of this, here, cut down tree.

What could it be
a termite, a chigger, or a forest gnome,
eating a late breakfast
or, perhaps, building a home?

Well, whatever it is
it is surely doing its job
its holy, designated purpose
to sustain the life of this forest.

“Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh,” again, sing the trees
announcing the presence, once more, of that breeze
that breeze that moves through the leaves and me
that breeze that moves through all things.

Fall, oh Fall, how you are my favorite season
and, do I really need a reason?
But, if reason it is that I must give, then
it’s that you lead me back to right here, right now, where I must live.


About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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One Response to Fall is My Favorite Season

  1. Lori D says:

    Awesome poem. Oh, how I miss my favorite season, Autumn. No such chance to experience it in Florida. I do hope to live farther north again one day.

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