I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees
The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow
The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe
I love the smell of woodsmoke floating across the valleys and mountains
Marking the season
Marking the changing
I love the planet
I love nature
I love people
We owe so much to the changing of the seasons
The changing of the leaves
The changing of minds
The changing of leadership
The changing of the rules
Sometimes we have to change.
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
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