Autumn leaves make their decent downward taking slight detours on the backs of slight breezes before they kiss the earth below.
Life still breaths through them. Small heartbeats tremble through the stem and spread throughout.
They lay at my feet as if they were rose petals thrown out for me.

It's quiet this evening.
Only the crunching of the leaves scuffling under my tired footsteps make the loudest noises around. Echoing through the streets.

Must be family night. Or some kind of sports event that draws everyone indoors with their friends and family. Nobody to greet me as I walk by.
I can hear you Bouncing off the rooftops and along the power lines.
A calming melody you always seem to sing. You're in the air.
The breeze that gently carries the foliage down from the high branches from the sky above as to not damage the leaves on the fall.
I'm glad you're here. As if you tucked Mother Nature into bed and gave her the night off.
Sing me another song. You always knew the right words to sing.

Stopping in my tracks, clutching the contents of my pockets I look upwards and listen. How I've missed you.
I often stroll along these streets in hope I can tune into your frequency, but my antennae can never get a clear channel. I must have been lucky today.

I breath you in.
Welcome, make yourself comfortable. Permeate my bloodstream and make me feel whole again. Oh, how I've missed this. Please. Don't go just yet. I don't know when I'll be able to find your signal again. Embracing as much if you as I can before the sun goes down and the street lights come on telling me it's time to go back home.