The leaves haven't changed here yet. As part of my relaxation therapy today, I wrote this... A stroll through the woods is beauty to beholdLight fiters through tree tops of crimson and gold Colorful leaves rain from tall treesand swirl to the ground in the light breeze A canopy of scarlet is just overheadfrom a tree that is maple of brilliant red A busy squirrel chatters in branches abovewhile hearing the call of a mourning dove Twigs and small branches snap underfootMy path is narrowed by hickory tree roots The air is filled with a sweet nutty smellI decide to sit and rest for a spell Off in the distance I hear a bird singand Thank God for the beauty that nature brings Hugs, Robin