Fallen Days
Crisp air,
Crisp leaves
Crisp apples.
All things seemingly,
Normal in these months.
Looking back,
The fallen moments
Of the fleeing summer days,
Days of cold water
And steaming sun.
But alas,
Those are
All but
Fallen days now.
Making your
Way to a festival
A season filled with
Dramatics
And plays.
And all just to recall,
The fallen moments.
The
Words
“When it was summer…”
Of much more
Frequent use.
The change is in the air,
Do you feel it yet?
The fallen days,
Not to be days you forget,
As the leaves fall, whispering a goodbye,
As all that is old becomes new again.
All that is hurt heals.
And the number of days takes its toll,
As the red leaves fall
Down
Down
Down.
