Hearing the winds whistle,
calling to shift into fall attire
commenses.

Clouds drift
tweaking senses behind eyes.

Breath filters cool air
in a moments glance.

Faint reminders
of summer shows
where boats docked
begin to be
put to sleep
making way for seasons tides.

Another day closer to winter
that brings blanket of white.

It chills bones for
all to reflect and choose their steps carefully.