One Fall Day
There was a chill in the air
I had not noticed before.
It was September, and I wore
a warm coat and cozy footwear.
My coat lifted in a breeze
that swept swiftly down the street,
shifting the summery heat
and sending shivers to some leaves.
That is when I saw just one
floating down from up above,
from the maple tree I love.
Pale orange like morning sun
the leaf was not all drained of green;
I wondered if that could mean
its dropping from the tree may
have been an accident of wind,
not a sign of early fall,
though I would not mind that at all.
Cool air? Warm colors? I grinned.
Raking crisp leaves with my dad
and plopping in puffy piles;
driving into the country for miles
for the best apples to be had.
It made me think about it all,
how the seasons soon drift,
why I take pleasure in these shifts,
like winter following fall.
Cold snowy days bring fun changes.
And sipping hot cocoa is nice!
I pull out other boots and clothes,
placing them in careful rows.
I like to look different too.
That floating leaf was key,
that in each new season will lie