I Can Breathe

When leaves burn red

And falter to the ground

They remind me that it is ok

To have once been let down

When days turn to nights

In the blink of an eye

I find comfort knowing that I'm not

Alone in the dark

When trees shed

make way for a better tomorrow

A cool breeze

Lifted from under the clutch

of August's unforgiving heat

I can breathe

Pumpkin pies

Sweet vanilla in the air

I no longer hear the ring of morning traffic

Josting me out of my sleep

Sweet molases

A morning scroll along the waterfront

The cool crisp breeze gentley pressing against my face

I can breathe