Number 13. Changing Seasons

Have you ever noticed how people avoid the number 13? Some buildings don't have a 13th floor. Some folks won't sit row 13 on and aircraft (and some aircraft don't even have a row 13.) In the midst of all this gratitude, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable by showing up in the number 13 spot, so... let's give thanks for someTHING! I am thankful for the changing seasons, especially Fall. There's nothing quite like waking to a crisp morning, colored leaves and that special something in the air.(No, I do not mean mold and pollen.) Here's a little poem for Fall

Falling

Flipping their crimson curls,
the trees shake their heads.
Burgundy, gold and brown leaves
float farewells
through crisp air.
Against a balsam backdrop,
the true-blue sky
sings of summer.
But the wind,
nipping at the waves,
whispers “change!”