Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. – Stanley Horowitz

Fall is here and somehow, I’m feeling poetic. Not to mention that I feel like drinking hot chocolate eve-ry sin-gle day! I don’t know why but autumn has that effect on me. It makes me write about it every time it hits the lowlands. It is definitely NOT the best time of year, what with the chilly air coming in, as if welcoming shorter days and the advent of winter.

But, oh, how much I love fall. This is the time of year when nature bares itself to us. Showing us a very beautiful but also very fragile season.

So forgive me if I am giving my “poetic” hand another chance. I haven’t written a poem in a long time! And I know, I’m not the best poet there is. But it doesn’t hurt to share. Here’s the poem I wrote while looking out the window today, appreciating the colors of fall…

If you noticed, I digital scrapped my poem to make it more attractive. So if you don’t like the poem, I hope you like the design. More on this lost-hobby-found next time. #