A harsh wind stings my eyes as
Reminders of summer’s fall from grace
Graze my cheeks.
Red with shame they cascade down
On me to lie at last
On a brown blanket of pine needles
That nestle and cover the ground
Preparing for a long winter’s night.
I pull my jacket closer, inhale the
Of autumn and enjoy the dance
Careful not to trust too much
In nature swirling around me,
Knowing that soon
All will be laid bare and
I will hold my breath
Until dawn warms the earth
With promises of flowers
And lazy summer days.