The lions won't sleep tonight.
as ghosts gather,
and strange creatures watch.
Leaves die, beautiful in their passing,
as a porch waits for the the pitter patter of small feet.
Everywhere there is color,
lining your path.
Beauty is everywhere,
as is laughter.
The window is silent as trees stand guard,
over their fallen children
color remembered everywhere.
while Bambi watches ghouls dance,
their ballroom awash in color.
There is so much that is good about this season--
especially throwing an armful of leaves on your laughing little brother