Autumn drifts by all to quickly.
Red leaves are soon only a memory.
Color dapples the once gray rocks.
Winter’s cold hand will soon pluck all that remains.
Autumn helps one not only to see the beauty but to feel it.
Like a dream, soon that vibrant colors and feelings fades.
The season changes to quickly like rushing water.
Delicate colors soon to be washed away.
If only one could slow this season.
As Autumn drifts by all to quickly.
