Seasonal

​It smells like Autumn; the chilly breeze rubs against my cheeks.
Things are in motion.
Life is in motion.
It twirls the leaves, strips the trees of their changing colors
To prepare them for another round of Winter.
Drink my coffee I do and enjoy the feeling of the wind,
The arms of life that hold me steady, hold me close.
It whispers in my ear, asking to take my leaves, too,
To prepare me for another hibernation, another chance to bloom.
I’ve got a million blossoms inside me, a million different colors
And every Autumn I let the leaves go and start a brand new me.
Pumpkins are starting to light up the night with children’s giggles.
The world prepares for the dead where nothing is what it seems,
Where all life gets to come out and play.
October is for all of us, young and old.
Autumn comes and we all reach for the warmth of love,
Reminding us of how dear life is, how dear we all are.
With the Winter, time stands still, time fades away, time sleeps.
Spring will wake us up and we will all smile again,
Welcoming our new day, our brand new bloom.