I am Autumn.
The crack of leaves without bitterness that often comes after breaking.
The shedding of what was and the waiting for what might.
I know it might not.
But I wait nevertheless.
I am fluttering gold and red but unnoticed and stepped on.
I bring warning of cold, but offer no warmth.
I promise change; I bait with nostalgia and follow with neglect.
An almost-cold forgotten encounter –
someone you once knew, someone you once kissed.
This is an undoing –
of parts that once bore life.
New season like new skin.
I will not be here long. I will be here before you want.
A longing for eternal summer.
I bring relief – hellish reprieve from a heat you could never endure.
I smell of dust and root – forgotten underneath and ignored above.
You cannot keep me out.
I am here now, at your door, in your bed.
A shudder of urgency –
find safety, find strength.
I will come again but fear not.
I am the gentlest of these – a slow turn of leaf and green to brown.
Winds will come and you must stand firm.
I am no shelter.
I too shake before the winter.