It starts with a single leaf and spreads across a branch
It spreads across a tree, a group of trees, a hillside
It beckons us to drive along a country road
Or along a two track trail
It calls us to walk a forest path
It's rows of colorful pumpkins and basketfuls of gourds at roadside stands
It's bushels of apples, jugs of Apple Cider and fresh baked doughnuts, Apple Pies and Carmel apples
There's plain carmel, Carmel Nut, Carmel Chocolate with nuts, or peacans, or just plain, Chocolate with sprinkles, Orange Choocolate & Coconut, Chocolate Peanut Butter. My oh my, which should I choose!
It's fall decorations on fences and gates
It reflects on calm waters and it's fog shrouded lakes
As you walk along those forest paths, and pick up a leaf or a handful of leaves, you hold Autumn in the palm of your hand
It's the smell of woodsmoke rising in the air, it's frosty mornings, cold clear nights, sunny blue skies and chilly rainy days
It's rows of corn stalks waiting to be cut.. Sign of another harvest season over. And it's old barns, who if they could talk would tell you of harvests long past
And all too soon this season begins to fade, as the leaves come floating down
And this short but beautiful season becomes another memory
And it sure is beautiful. I'm imagining the taste of apple cider and the scent of apple butter cooking over the copper kettle. Thank you for that 
but might do a little jaunt to the coast in November..love to walk on cool sand 
