Whispers of Change

The air was crisper today; I can see my breath on exhale.

I watch the sun blazing across the neighbors’ field, lighting it up in shades of gold.

Jackets and scarfs are now required dress, making it harder to be carefree.

Adjust, Breathe, Autumn still has time to be bold.

I can feel the trees groaning, their leaves struggling to change into the reds and oranges they know they must.

Knowing they are dying, but holding on to the last.

Even the geese know it’s only a matter of time as they honk their way south.

Light rain brought streams of water pooling near the sidewalk curb, soon to turn icy when the temperature drops tonight.

Pure joy ahead for tomorrow when I can wear my boots and stomp the thin ice, ‘CRACK, CRACK, CRACK” …

Adjust, Breathe, Autumn’s time is not yet past.

Many are stoking their fireplaces, with curls of smoke appearing. That familiar smell of burning hearth tells the tale -

So much color, soon to be black, grey and white.

Can I stay in a world between the blaze and the dull?

Say yes, dear autumn, stay.

It will be a while before I will be able to bear losing you once again.

Just not today.