Smell of Fall

Just yesterday, as I was walking around campus with the leaves on the ground and crumpling as I walked through them and the sweet smell of fall leaves touch my nose.  So I thought, why not a poem.

The Smell of Fall

Such a chilly and cloudy day

Every once in a while the sun would peak through,

the gray clouds.

As one walks in solitude,

the smell of fall is upon us.

Do you smell it?

Do you sense it?

Do you see it in its sweet serenity?

Oh, the aurora of fall colors,

such a calming feeling,

looking around and seeing beauty in life.

It makes you wonder how one who cannot

see or hear,

knows the scent of fall so well.

Its a sign that someone at least takes the time,

to appreciate all things great and small.

The smell of fall.

Brings you back to a place call home.

A place where everything is so soothing

and calm.

A place where nature is your friend

and you are its friend.

A place that you know you can be free,

within your wildest imagination.

A place any artist can achieve their best work.

Think about it.

What does the smell of fall mean to you?

Where does it take you?

How does it impact you?

The smell of fall.

From within.

Any writer or artist knows there must be some room for ideas to expand and grow into something expandable.  It is a gift rather than a skill, to create meaningful works of art.  It is a way of meditation and connecting the soul to the real world, revealing what one's story has to say.  So speak, maybe someone is looking for something to relate to.  Someone to relate to.  Someone that "get" life from a different perspective.  That is life, through different perspectives, life is a complex cycle to understand.  With perspectives, the human soul will soon find its connections.