I woke up a bit early the other day. The morning light was just showing its face, and as I looked out the window I saw the last of autumn’s leaves falling from the fruit trees.

As the wind kicked up, a few more leaves dropped and swirled around on the ground, then up and over the fence.

Here are my thoughts on autumn’s Last Leaves –

Like paint from a painter’s brush

The last leaves of autumn begin to fall

In the wind

Tiny parachutes of color

Each unique in nature’s perfect way

Some paint the ground

Some paint the sky

Beauty surrounds us

Take some time today to watch the leaves fall.