It’s Cool to Love Fall Again

I woke up this morning with the fall of the leaves on my breath

Today, the day after the autumn equinox,
we fall in love with death
once again.
The leaves goldening
as the chill night air gleans life from their
veins, and
we all sigh in relief.
There is no greater feeling
than the coming of the cycle,
the turning of the year’s wheel.

When I was growing up,
the only fall I felt was through photos
of trees turning crisp and the air turning
orange and red in the sunrise.
Florida’s autumn is warm as ever,
the humidity slicking deep into your pores,
while Colorado’s is dry and dusky and full of
dark days and clean,
chilly air.

I woke up this morning
with the fall of the leaves on my breath
with the tongue of the seasons
wafting its ever-changing scent through
my window.
I awoke to the love for the passing of time,
and to the sound of birds awakening
along with me.