Autumn sets down
Like a mother’s hand on her sleeping child
The leaves are starting to fall
Even trees get tired I suppose
The air gets cooler
The forest trails are littered with fallen leaves
Yellows reds browns
They jump off with commitment
Like a mass suicide
With the promise of coming back next year
You could learn a lot from their finality

A nice hot cup of tea
It’s too hot so it sits on the windowpane to cool
Daydreaming through the glass was always a hobby of mine
Shake them out before the tea gets cold
The first sip always hesitant
Let’s let the teabag steep more
It’s cloudy today but that isn’t surprising for this time of year
It looks like it might rain

Lying on the bed looking out the window
The sky looks like a tired old man
The falling light cuts more wrinkles across his face
The tree in the yard sees this too
Nearly all its leaves are gone
Leaving this world without a goodbye
Watching the wind blow
It pushes the last one off the branch
Sends it down with a blessing
Slowly tumbles down to Earth to join the rest
The tree stands naked now and yawns
I embrace this and listen
It’s getting dark
I yawn too and reach over to turn off the light