I've got to keep an eye out
One must be careful to not let time slip by
Or to spend too much of it inside

Just before
the sunlight was orange from the forest fire air
A few leaves crunching
brown and brittle under feet
with dust kicked up and floating
in the warmth
the remains of summer's final sigh

Just now
A cool blue chill through the window
A shower of golden leaves come with a strong breeze

Another day, a slightly different shade
I want to be there to see every one