The season’s change is upon us.

Yesterday, Autumn took its

First gasps of life.

Its chill pulled the air from my lungs

In one languorous exhale.

Vaporous, my breath hung in the air

For a moment, like a ghost, before disappearing. 

Walking through the park I gaze at the trees. 

Their leaves flare orange and red

As if suffering a fiery blaze. 

One that cannot be extinguished.

Isn’t it morbid that we find trees

Most beautiful as they’re dying?

Revelation shivers through me.

At the fountain

The water is solemnly still,

Anticipating Autumn’s breeze. 

Leaves dapple its surface,

Like a veil, hiding its face from the sun.

Waiting to break the stillness,

I dip my hand in the water.

Piercing coolness greets me.

It centers me.

It reminds me I have a place

In this Autumnal creation.