Autumn Prose

As Autumn dawns there is always a drastic change
in my attitude that resonates
through every chord of my body.
Manifested as a goofy smile--
or perhaps some giddy bounce in my step.

There is just something intoxicating about autumn--
the leaves that fall,
The brisk scent
The sense of purpose
There is a certain decisiveness to it all--
which has the singular effect of inoculating me to outside worries

Autumn to me is more than a season,
Its the season with my favorite childhood memories
Memories of catching leaves
Of running through the chilly air
Of cold rain on my cheek and Cold sweat on my back
Of tricks and treats and Halloween
Scary Movies with me clutching the blanket with white knuckles
Turkey dinner with mouths full of stuffing.

Autumn prose is such poetry--and living for it--such a sweet melancholy symphony.