Autumn's Blush

It's October now; the air seems somewhat cooler than my thoughts, yet, I can feel the warmth in the breeze as it kisses the trees. They're turning slightly red as I did, and am now, in remembering when our lips first met. It won't be long now till they undress; all good things fall naked beneath covers of white. Soon they'll reach out in anticipation and feel the first few flakes of innocence covering them deep within layers of thought. They'll be less red then, and more at ease in their nakedness as they breathe deeper. The wind's changing pitch again, it's rising high in the hills, falling low through the valley below. I can feel it shifting with my thoughts as I pull back the layers of my own mind. It's no longer cool, this air, but rather warm as it mingles your scent with memory, this day. It's October, yet, I wonder, will I too fall naked and less red before autumn's passing? The wind is calm right now, it's pausing, but it's still October and the trees are still slightly red although I, I am more autumn-like than they, in my remembering.