Changing seasons

I write this as I listen to the tinkling wind chimes I've placed about my property, the moon shines autumnally, the breezes waft through the pines speaking softly to the night creatures, and the temperature steadily drops to around 40 degrees; it whispers quietly about the arrival of fall.  Each morning, the rising sun finds the deer avidly grazing on any green leafy plants still remaining- a sure sign that the change of season arrived.  Gone are the blooms, gone are the fawn spots as the babies begin their maturation into adolescent mule deer. Evident amongst last season's fawns are the protrusions of peeking antlers, establishing male presence out of infant ambiguity.  I love the peaceful autumn nights in the pines- Welcome Fall.