Lovers

I greet Fall as one would greet an old lover. With her promises of changes I kiss her unabashedly. The colored leaves and cooler weather are intoxicating. It's Mother Nature in her finest hour. She leaves me breathless-teasing me with the short time I have with her. Each year she leaves me begging for more. She is crisp and she is cool. She showers me with gifts-tall sexy boots and swirly scarves. I cringe knowing she will soon leave and her bitter enemy, Winter, will take hold. And yet I make love to her knowing it is but for a brief moment in time. She will beckon me again and I'll worship her for it.