In the morning, over the fog covered field,
The sun rises like an orange moon.
It’s Fall.
Geese flying above in flocks, their loud chattering
Fills the sky, escaping to south.
It’s Fall.
Rain falls outside my window, can’t see the world beyond,
Life ebbing away, drop, by drop.
It’s Fall.
I am looking into myself, in the dark corners of my life.
Nothing stirs, nothing there, only
It’s Fall.
A wind-chime, like silver bells, keeps me awake at night.
A storm screams, rattling my doors.
It’s Fall.
Clouds rushing across the sky, an owl calling in the dark.
Is it time? Not yet.
It’s Fall.
~ Gemma Tamas
