Small chill in the air,
a smell you never forget,
red, orange, and yellow paint the tree-full horizon.
The leaves brush my face
as the fall gracefully down,
reminding me why I love September.
School buses fill the streets once again,
stopping at every corner.
Kids run to each of their houses
filled with stories of their day away.
Maybe it's these feelings
that make this all okay,
to love the way
the leaves fall,
gracefully.