Fall

Fall in Napa Valley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When the leaves turn brown

And the wind knocks them down

Gently swaying back and forth

As they fall, south, west, east, and north.

When the crisp cool air

Flows softly through your hair

Tugging on golden strands of wheat

Cooling you down as you take your seat.

 When the flowers begin to slowly fade

And trees begin to lose their shade

Red, orange and brown paint the ground

Like a beautiful painting, all around.

A quite, cool evening, sitting by the tree

As glowing firebugs, light up for all to see!

And when the sun is setting, the sky glowing red

Sleeping in the fields, with a tree to rest your head.