Autumn Colours

This was supposed to be about the fall colours here in Canada and there was supposed to be a pic of those colours but someone, namely me, can't figure out how to insert an image!!!

Anyway, it's a very nice time to be in Canada right now. The colours of the trees, at least those that lose their leaves (deciduous) are incredible. The maples, more than anything else, are awesome. 

It's a sad time of year for some people. Summer is over, the cold will come but there is a crispness in the air too that is invigorating. I'm not a fan of either cold weather or snow but the cool air of fall is refreshing. I wrote a poem about it once, let me see if I can find it. Here it is:

Poem 3.
Last night I heard the wind,
the first wind of winter.
It curled around the corners of my room and flew past my window, screaming ...
from fear I suppose at it's speed.
It was the same wind that had frosted my cheeks in younger days
and caused my nose to drip onto my sweater.
It was the same wind which had caused me to climb a tree last year,
reminding me that it was probably the last chance before the snow fell.
(I had neglected my tree climbing that summer.)
It was the same wind which reminded me of a night a week or so before.
That night the wind was warm and full. Her name was Linda. We had talked of the wind.
Alone now, I see that the wind and her love were similar and had turned cold together.

OK, so it was about later in the fall but it reminds me of this time of the year.