A Welcome to Fall

 

I feel a storm brewing

that will welcome in the fall

it will wash away the heat of summer

and bring in the chill of fall.

The wind is picking up

I stand in it breeze and breathe

and smell the scent of dying leaves

mixed with fresh cut grass.

The storm wonders in slowly

like a guest with a terrible secret

and settles in with the assurance

that it cannot be stopped.

I stand in the feeling before the storm

and feel the forbidden part of magic

come alive and rejoice as the new season approaches.