Fall

Summer seems to be surrendering.

Retreating but still fighting as

fall begins to gain an ever slight lead in the race toward fullness.

The air starts to nibble on ears and toes

and thoughts of fireplace cuddling

creep in like fog that makes you want to

stay in bed and eat soup.

Fall. Tis the season for bundling and cute clothes,

nostalgia and tradition,

football and gathering,

falling back and resting in arms that

always catch and are always ready for

fireplace cuddling.

So fall, without delay so that dreams,

and fullness, and resting can begin.

Fall and be caught by love.

Fall and be caught.

Fall and be.

Fall.