Autumn, My Love

The colors have become filtered

Hues of reds, golds, browns;

Winning over Summer,

As she leaves with a heavy sigh,

One last warm breath that lingers.

Until, overnight, we go from

Oppression to freedom,

The nip in the air a promise of the new.

The Autumn love is making its presence known,

Beware its power,

As it blows through the dusty crevices,

Giving you a bouyancy

Summer had snatched.

Leave those doors open

And even if it’s a weary traveler knocking,

Let him in.

Let your stories mingle and unfold.

Let your path reveal as you wander.

Autumn will cradle you if you fall.