Is It Fall
Is it Fall? Is it Fall!
I’m falling over myself to take a look.
Aww…leaves still clinging,
no colors singing
yet, but
it’s coming.
The draft, the pinched cheeks,
warm apple cider, and a white powdered doughnut,
climbing trees.
It’s Fall! It’s Autumn,
deliciously styled
in a cornucopia, a treat.
Seasons keep muttering
I’m missing my mothering
but I’m getting anothering
from Dad.
Don’t think I’m mad
but why not
it’s Fall
and I’m falling in love
with it all
while I’m young…
ahem watching the young
jump in piles of joy.
Hope they stir the leaves,
let them fly,
twirl and randomize,
go nuts
over Autumn!
9/23/2022
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