Autumn, I have always loved you.
Your colors, your leaves.
The way the wind begins to announce its presence.
It tickles the back of my neck during the day,
It makes music by my window as I sleep during the night.
Autumn, you are beautiful.
You cue us that change is coming.
That the weight of whatever is weighing us down,
Making it hard for us to breathe,
Will not be around forever.
We wake up one morning to feel the cooler air unexpectedly,
The crispness of what is new makes us feel hopeful.
Autumn, you open the door to the most exquisite time of year.
You cause reflection.
We look back upon what has already passed,
Yet yearn for what is to come.
Autumn, you paint in colors that speak to my soul.
Leaves of orange, brown, and yellow breathe life into the trees.
Autumn, you call to us.
You remind us that often,
The most beautiful things must fall to rise and become new again.
