That First Snow Feeling

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,

A group of girls

in a circle in the shade

talk quietly in the world

their voices rising and falling

a stream of consciousness

pulling from their minds

memories of the day before.

A whistle

a ball

I am still growing tall

Reaching my shoots 

of knowledge and ideas

of perspective and friendship

high into the sky to roam

with the falcons and eagles

sparrows and finches.

Someday