What is it about fall that softens the air,
like a knitted embrace you almost wear,
or a cooling wind that brushes your nose?
How the palette of colors makes time slow.
What is it about fall that feels so ripe,
like a flickering candle, a soft yellow light,
or the crunch of leaves beneath wandering feet?
How the world feels warm and so complete.
What is it about fall that warms the cold,
like trees of red, orange, and gold,
or sitting on the porch with steaming tea,
how crows trace the wind, endlessly free?
What is it about fall that feels like home,
like warm bread rising, fresh and grown,
or dusk that hums a gentle tune,
how the world exhales beneath the moon