The gracefulness of Fall is here with all of its majestic splender so dear. It speaks to us in tones of bright yellow that turns to gold, coral that turns to bright orange, blazing red, purple and maroon. Its gracefulness makes room for so many tones of joy if we just stop to listen and enjoy. But we don't have much time, as the gracefulness of Fall will soon have to recall, returning itself to the slumber of Fall.
Short Poem by Martha Woodruff
