there is something comforting about september
as the summer ends I always end up feeling down
wishing for one more sunny day
but they won't last
and as I'm about to just stay in bed
hide away from the upcoming storms

then it happens

I forget about it every year
almost like an unforeseen welcome
yet an undoubtedly familiar one
as the winds ramp up
as the rain sets in
the hot tea suddenly becomes a source of warmth
and it happens
all over again
the warmth of fall
it scoops me up from below
twirls its way up from my feet
it falls around my neck
a warm and gentle hug
and so another year begins
it feels that way to me at least
it's a reset

because when the trees make their own rainbows
I must take another look
admiring the beauty of it all
admiring the beauty of fall