Reaching my hands out, cold air to feel
Seeing the autumn leaves fall from the trees
So much more color now,
So much more to see
Drawn to the whoosh of the wind
Finding my toes off the ground
This is what home feels like
A home otherworldly, so beautiful to me
Yellow and red, mixed with dark green trees
Traditions, celebrations, what do they really mean?
Why do I feel so drawn to this season?
Signaling change, the last thing I’m doing
Dreaming of better times
Fall reminds me to let go
I feel stuck, empty, my words growing vacant
The true me hidden, the world yet to see
So for now I’ll stick with the season
Writing prose about autumn, forgetting my baggage
I’ll imagine I’m changing and letting myself be seen
And let my fall illusion keep me warm at night