Falling Leaves

Fall Leaves Fall
by Emily Jane Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

As I drive around town I see many people raking their yards. Piles of leaves are everywhere. One of my favorite things to do in the fall is run and jump on that big pile of leaves. What is your favorite thing about fall?