A Tip Of The Hat To Fallen Leaves by Bob Ferrante
I walked through our yard on a sunny October afternoon enjoying the sound of crunchy leaves underfoot. Suddenly, there appeared, a shadowy figure who mimicked my every move. It was fascinating and unnerving at the same time for he would appear and disappear as clouds moved through the sky. Before fading away for the final time, he gave a tip of his hat and I understood that we both enjoyed the beauty of autumn.