Weary, she stepped outside.
The smell of summer still clung to her clothes.
Her sun-soaked skin still remembered the scratch of corn stalks
and the sweet caress of wheat tops as though it were yesterday.
Exhausted, coming down from nature’s busy season,
she put the work of the past days behind her,
and looked around in anticipation for the next arrival.
A cool breeze danced through the trees
as the leaves began to change and fall.
A flurry of rustic auburns began to blanket the earth.
Relieved, the girl took a deep breath,
taking in the crisp harvest air.
Hayrides, crisp apples, and pumpkin pies
were on the horizon as the season of change announced itself.
Relaxing, finally, the girl looked ahead
welcoming the new arrival and the changes it would bring.
Then she fell, just as the leaves, beautiful and free.