Fall is the time

For the sound of leaves crunching under your feet

            (But the leaves are green and growing, they never fall)

Fall into me,

and make me agree.

The leaves turn red,

and disconnect from themselves.

Tell me I’m okay,

and that I have a life to live,

tell me I gave all I could give.

I remember the last time I walked home by myself. 

the leaves are turning the color of your eyes again 

as they fall to the ground i take care not to step on them 

break their fragile spines, crack their delicate skin 

I hold on, afraid to let go, 

to leave the only home I know 

I watch the other leaves dance to the ground

I hear them die as the crunch sounds

Hills lit golden in the valley of fog 

It creeps and envelops 

Heavy moisture weighing down 

To cover folds of the earth like a blanket 

Fall, O Fall

I love to see you call,

The vibrant love, 

I see the leaves falling from above,

The joy comes, 

As winter comes near,

Under the summer
The fall is waiting
It waits calmly and quietly 
Waiting for its slow change 
Into only a few months 

     Larry Luria was not the type to march over to a stranger, introduce his hand to shake, and offer his business card. Heck, he didn’t even have the money to make a business card.

    He was an obnoxiously smooth driver.

     When Aurelia heaved open the heavy, lace-decorated, black curtains in her room, she expected to see something beautiful outside, like that ancient oak tree from when she was two years old, with its twisted branches th

Do you still find comfort 
In the way the leaves change 
Green to orange to red to green again?  
Do your clothes still smell like apples and spices?  
Do you still drink cider