Fall

I step out my door, one foot in front of the other,

Over the threshold and into the cool air,

The air feels crisp,

The world colored brown, orange, and red

Autumn has begun its beautifully tragic reconstruction,

I’m connected to it.

The morning is vast and empty, the bustling summer breeze has subsided,

Been replaced with cracked faces, moving in Fall wear,

Covered by scarves, covering their secrets,

Starving for the warmth, and security of summers sun,

The people, like the fallen leaves,

Dried and crumbling from the trees, Save

The heat of the summer left them dried out.

Scattered across the concrete,

I see them around the block,

In their sad sunken faces,

Remembering the beauty that once filled these places,

Light, drinks, laughter, and love,

They seem to be silent and worn,

But yearning somehow,

Still yearning

We are the birds singing songs rejoicing,

An anthem of the sky,

Packing up their belongings, like school girls in summer camp,

Waiting for the winter to pass by,

Over the threshold out of the cool air,

My doorway feels warm

Something familiar to behold.