Season Change

The house is colder now as autumn sheds its leaves the push-pull falls wildly beneath the plows along the edges of the gutters and eaves. perhaps because the house is emptied of all the faded color hues when your heart lit the entryways to the lifetimes shared, here with you. I watch the color palette change chlorophylls leaking out in the icy cool carotenoids producing yellow, orange, and brown the corn mazes shriveling in dry stalked spools, the old weathered maple blushing to scarlet red frowns, the great oak in its russet brown undress the aspen and poplar shaking yellow fringed gowns, autumn chill alive and stirring north and west within the colors spilled down. I feel it in my body my bones and muscle ache with each step closing door and window with revelry to the change to which I become adept, holding the season's lost memories tight upon my face of laughter and tears wept a last embrace within the season's pace and final goodbye to the magic had. with all its grace.