Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower.
- Albert Camus
prompt by Poets United
I have spring fever every fall,
want to climb the trees of my youth,
skip through the leaves and play
hopscotch and hide-n-seek.
Autumn is euphoria for no reason
but weather and feelings of love,
sharing, decorating in my favorite
hues, apple orchards,and family
and friends dropping by for apple pie.
I have the fever each fall. I walk
with a new lilt to step and voice,
love the crunch of leaves under foot,
the cool days, and snuggly nights.
Maple,oak, and elm leaves dance around
me in a kaleidoscope of colors. I can't
help myself. I begin the slow dance of fall.