Kristina Payne Poet Spoken Word

WHEN AUTUMN COMES

WHEN AUTUMN COMES

There is something about autumn
that feels like coming home.

Not the kind of home
with four walls and a door—
but the kind you feel
somewhere deep inside your chest.

The air changes.

Suddenly,
the mornings have a little more poetry in them.
The wind feels cooler against your skin,
and the sky seems to stretch a little farther
just to remind you—

slow down.
Look around.
You made it here.

I love the way the trees
let go of what they can no longer carry
and somehow make letting go
look beautiful.

Gold.
Amber.
Red.
Orange.

Everywhere I look,
the world is burning with color
without ever being on fire.

And the leaves—
oh, the leaves.

They fall without fear.

They simply trust
that there is somewhere else to land.

Maybe that's why I love this season so much.

Because autumn teaches us
that change doesn't always mean loss.

Sometimes,
change is just another word
for becoming.

And then there's coffee.

That first warm cup
on a cold morning—

steam rising like a little prayer,
hands wrapped around the mug,
the smell filling the room
before the day even begins.

Pumpkin spice.
Cinnamon.
Vanilla.

Whatever makes the morning
feel like a hug.

Give me an oversized sweater,
a blanket,
rainy afternoons,
cloudy skies,
and leaves crunching beneath my feet.

Give me a book I don't have to finish
and a playlist I don't have to explain.

Give me sunsets
that arrive a little earlier
and evenings that ask nothing from me
except to be still.

There is beauty
in the quiet of autumn.

Because summer tells us—

go.

But autumn whispers—

stay.

Stay awhile.

Watch the leaves fall.
Listen to the rain.
Drink your coffee slowly.
Call someone you love.
Take the long way home.
Let yourself breathe.

And maybe that's what I love most.

Autumn doesn't pretend
that everything stays.

It shows us
that beautiful things can have endings
and still be beautiful.

That seasons change.
That chapters close.
That trees lose their leaves
and somehow survive the winter.

So when that first cool breeze arrives,
when the first leaf turns gold,
when the morning feels different
and the coffee tastes a little warmer—

I welcome autumn.

Because there are some seasons
you don't simply live through.

You feel them.

And autumn?

Autumn is a feeling.

A warm cup between cold hands.
A sweater pulled close.
A sky painted in October colors.

A quiet moment
when the world finally stops rushing

and for just a little while,

everything feels 
where it belongs.

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