maelynslavik

Fall

is yawns and

a general

slowing-down of time.

The world is dipped in molasses

and comes out 

stickier

but sweeter than ever before.

And we,

in the world,

the first snow

always elicits a sense

of wonder

in me

a feeling that

everything is new again

and that the world

is being reborn

entering a new phase

in its annual cycle

of growth

You know I think it just struck me I was sitting here reading summer poems tasting raspberry popsicles on my tongue but looking out the window,

 it's snowing out 

and the trees and stone wall and everything,