The wind is chill
you can feel winter coming
standing here
watching as it blows the leaves
playing with them
as they fall from the trees
scattering them
all over the ground
like falling hopes and dreams
why does autumn feel
so much like endings
watching as birds fly
in perfect formation
heading on their way
time passes so quickly
was it not summer
only yesterday
intruding on my quiet reflections
my somber solace
on things long ago and far away
you find your way to me
holding me from behind
drawing me into your warmth
watching the wind
as it takes away the leaves