Sawyer Fell

5 pm

Is a time of day where it's not quite night yet.

Some would say, The day is young.

Others would argue, the day is over.

They will get in their cars and drive home to their families.

autumn leaves, they
fall to the pine-bathed
soil, and my heart falls
with them, and I think it's burning
too, burning too, for all it takes
is one glance into your
amber eyes, september sight, and
you've got my

When night awakes sooner,

and the stars become brighter,

Fall descends onto the land.

Soon enough, winter will bring its false sand,

until then, the leaves paint the sky-

as the trees and wind begin to sigh.

Amber leaves cling
To umber trees reaching
Frayed roots deep into the ground.
They've told you time
And time again, "autumn is the season
Of the dead.
Green leaves rusting, flowers
Dusting over till the pink

When the air is crisp,

with a chilly breeze,

fall puts a spell on me.

The leaves fall in a wisp,

as an artist weaves-

a portrait of the fiery sea.

Though, it’s not February,

love seeps through the air.

You are not a number. 
You are not a letter. 
You are not something that can be
 measured 
on a scale 
with a beginning