Ode to Fall

I open the front door to be greeted by a gust of chilled air

The trees bow unison with the current and I can see my car covered in browned leaves

If I didn’t know any better I’d think the house beneath my feet would follow the flow

Floating up against the fluttering debris floating down

Wind scared me as a child

Believing that if I were to walk out, my body

Like a loose newspaper tumbling in the middle of Philadelphia’s gravel jungle

Would be blown away

Now crisp coolness is an unspoken blessing to my summer-spent skin no longer afraid

I invite the newly arrived guest with open windows and a cup of hot tea, sleeves stretching down to embrace arms wholly

Its time here is fleeting, but change brings new possibilities so it mustn’t be dwelt upon

Cherish each moment

Before colors fade to white