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.
- mh (c) 2016