I see fall orange begun of and sometimes married to green yellow also begun of green and red of yellow or orange in incredulous count and measure
I hear fall a few of the birds I feed in winter come by to say hello and we twitter back and forth about nothing at all as my heart sings and is happy
I smell fall I smell small endings and the twist of time when the cold breath of the moon descends to us
I feel fall a gradual crispness the leaves of all colors letting go letting go
the tree before and the tree now all different every day
the softening changes in
light
but
something is different I feel sadness for brothers and sisters and for everyone’s children
all my solace to see and hear smell and feel the gently turning flicker of fall