fall

Morning Drive

Watery windscreen
A deserted dark fall drive
Freedom at the wheel

Without a fuss, Autumn arrives
I feel a subtle change
I notice the softening
I wait for a year older
The moss will come for me soon

A mixed-up season
grey rain, and then scorching heat
Yet I long for Fall

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers

If I fall as the leaves fall in autumn,
come find me and tell me about your day.

If I fall like the disintegrating glaciers,
come find me and tell me it will be okay.

If you fall when you can’t take no more,
I’ll always come find you and save your day.