They say that autumn is one last burst of
life before winter strips away all colour from the land
And I believe them.
I was taught to observe carefully the world,
through my enjoyment of a raisin,
feel it, squish it, smell, listen and then taste
slowly and carefully.
So now I hear the way that golden
leaves fall and hit the ground
with the sound of rain, and I feel
deeper each chime of old Joe’
pushing itself through steadily frosting air.
I see autumn bursting itself
in front of me daily, until
dark nights meld into the day
and winter takes it place.