Autumn

I can feel it, the changes

days growing shorter

the air getting crisper.

I can smell it, in the air

the smell of burning wood

and of cool rain slowly saturating the earth.

I can see it, the changes

trees turning vivid reds, yellows, and oranges

animals preparing for their long awaited slumber.

I can hear it, in the air

the sound of crisp, dead leaves crunching under my feet

and the feet of thousands marching into the football games.

I can taste it, the sweet taste of Autumn in all of it's glory

sending everyone's senses on a roller-coaster ride 

to the cold harshness and serene beauty that is winter.

This, this, is Autumn.