Anticipation

One thing is certain.
Things change.
The crisp air of instinct takes over
even when the nights get longer.
The leaves turn
as do people's lives
turn.
The wood burns
in the fireplace
heating
as it turns
to ash.
The apple smell wafts
through times of subtle longing
memories of song.
The light, just slanting
coloring everything
differently.
There,
feel the expectation
as it cools the night air.
Footfalls
keep the walker company.
Along with her thoughts.
Taking a step.
Then another.
Breathing
in
the last flower.
As it succumbs to
the kiss
of Fall.
It's perfectly possible
to take it all
in.
Smell what the wind
brings.
Pumpkin seeds.
Scraps of costume.
The hush
of snow
will dust.
Covering the rust
of hot summer blush.
A moment
frozen.
Just so.
A sculpture.
Delicate.
Capturing the eye.
I
know.