Swirling, twirling, chasing

winds, blowing leaves in and out of piles.  Wind chimes clacking, tangling, pinging, shining in the autumn sunlight catch my eye and ears.  Colors of the harvest, warm and bright, leaves change color in the night.  Walking crisply, kicking deeply, smelling Mother Earth getting ready to go Ni Nite. Autumn glows, invites us out, before the winter sends us in.