Thinking of Dad

It would have been a good day for my father. It's the first day of hunting season here in Maine, something he always eagerly anticipated. This year he would have had the added bonus of coming home, having a few beers and then watching his beloved Red Sox crush the Rockies in the World Series. It would have been a good day for Dad.

Fall

Autumn is a prettier word for it, but Fall is more appropriate.
Winter is a deep dark valley.
In Spring everything ascends
Summer is the peak.
In fall everything descends.

Fall is beautiful but sad.
The leaves shimmer in their new reds, golds and oranges.
The air is crisp and clean.
But you know.
You know that everything is falling.
The trees will sleep.
The air will freeze.
The dark will come.