This Fall, the leaves paint skies with gold,
A story of seasons, timeless and old.
Each crunchy leaf, each crisp, cool breeze,
Brings moments of magic, memories to seize.
I’m thankful for laughter, the warmth of a hug,
The smell of cider in a favorite mug.
For family gathered, for friends held near,
For the stories we craft through another year.
With paper and scissors, glue and thread,
We capture the words our hearts have said.
A baby’s first smile, a pumpkin-lit glow,
A walk through the woods where red maples grow.
Each photo we save, each journaling line,
Turns fleeting moments into treasures divine.
Through layers of love and colors of Fall,
Scrapbooking reminds us to cherish it all.
So here’s to the memories, big and small,
And the joy we find in this season of Fall.
May gratitude bloom like leaves on the trees,
Filling our hearts with warmth and ease.
Happy Fall and Happy Scrapbooking,
Marciava
